I GROW THIN FROM GROWING FAR
Saying gone words
With no shadow to hear you
Beating the gate with the crown
Tilting my whole body in disgrace
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WHAT YOU THINK WAS FIXED
in your eyes does not return
Hours and hours of clouds
Death
was drifting watching them
on the street
Time passes continues
over you who are blind
without knowing it
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TAKE CARE OF MY DESOLATION
That I might listen to the family again
in the wire
And what’s my name
when I’m in black
and try to calm a rabbit’s heart
In the drizzle
wet
with that sad gold on my clothes
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REMEMBER ME SO I DON'T GET LOST
Don’t get impatient in the brightness
Leave me on the shore
the thing nailed
Enlighten me with what brings you down
Lay me out over myself
only over myself
Place yourself as abyss
Abandon me
Let me go
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9
Sometimes
a great breath retained is immensity
Sometimes
I open my hands and read your book
As ever
the letter m is someone who burns
Sometimes
a door closes invisibly
Walcott would say
It is exile
my father says
or a curve in the heights.
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