Growing.

he hit the bed like a hammer
he hit the bed like a hammer

 

See sunglasses

under drenched duvet sky

over there on the right

they lie in the dirt, amputated

your new eyes open and close like

moth wings in take-off

and when you get bigger

everything gets smaller, shorter

dim under a curtain of cerebral privilege.

Then, I hear the sparkles in my cup

singing as if it was the first time.

 

 

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