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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 whatís my name
when Iím in black
and try to calm a rabbitís heart

In the drizzle
wet
with that sad gold on my clothes


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REMEMBER ME SO I DON'T GET LOST


Donít 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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TYPO 18