a life in parenthesis


brittle remembrances

of unlimited space, beyond

the moon



which dreams to hold

which mountains to avoid

and roads to release


there were winds in full flight,

an opus with voices,

thin like the pages of a book

dripping letters, forming words


a balance between a breath

and a heartbeat,

as darkness comes first

and then light


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