Morning Afternoon
Patient
look at the edge of an abyss
on the shore of another sea.
Steps
I have to give in any direction. I enjoy the silence
mirrors the path of the road mirages
consolations
unread or answers to riddles anteverso
in the clouds.
Steps
I do not intend in any direction.
slipped a question
transient wandering look at you, still
the soul is lurking
a sigh of ragweed
to cuddle a lie
Looking Glass patient
on the edge of the abyss
in edge of your sea.
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