You were there.
Standing in the mist of your eyelids.
It's a mist made for seeing outside of your
shell..
shells containing creatures of eternity and death.
Two meanings both astride.
Like me and you and the distance of our bones.
I can see
The smells of your sofa and the portrait of their
gatherings.
You were inside the photo
Like a person
a f a r.
This place exists and reminds me of you
The sun with an irritating malfunction
or not.
It's maybe the malfunction of my love
for you
Like sunglasses in the rain
Or maple syrup taste in a tasteless dog's mouth
It's not a poem
not even a word
Just
This
This song is over
But it's a gate
To your memories of the sounds that remember me inside their rhythm
Hidden me, I am hidden
Where?....But, it doesnt then have a point
Like everything, it shouldn't.
Places, no im not talking about the real ones
They don't even matter for their own soil
Soil is in my head now, different soils i walked on by,
You, holding my previous hands.
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