you live here. say "hello" to life
Cleopatra is falling from the ceiling
(again)
Flipper's nose needs fixing
kitty is begging and begging
her wet eyes glued to the treat bag
how about the countless tomorrows?
somebody must be envious that we may reach that invisible line
I found myself descending the stairs
in the middle of the night
interrupting my most up-to-date dream
only to go
nowhere
as i usually do
nobody is asking me to certify
that this very moment exists
it can be found in my soft voice
(if i dare to utter a word)
or better yet
in your voice - a dot bursting out of page
changing everything. even the past.
and the moon so mysterious
so distant and pale
she's allowed to withdraw
at the end of the hour
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