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飛沫

飛沫

Formalization won’t do
At sunset the wind doesn’t break
At my insistence

I’m incapable of protecting the egg
Cracked by the seed, or of giving birth
To the wild creature inside of me

A companion in the fire comes
That I might unceasingly attend
To his flames

His farewell is a cemetery
I refuse to visit
Instead sitting with his memory
Until visiting hours end

Our empty seats fill
With the cement of compromise

Babies play drums
That seduce lions to dream

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