this road

that road


it’s the forgot

of what there was

to forget


a place

a room,

shallow, deep,

a pillow of dreams


the opening of


living in the

river of today,

reflecting away

the ordinary


fighting against


without slipping

into madness

where broken wings

turn to rags,

but saved by angels

walking by,

healing the



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