and many bridges have collapsed
so that you can not go back.
you see that heart covered with leaves in the woods?
is not mine, get well and walk
expect only the weak, so they say,
but I like looking back in sunset light
watching the buildings take shape
because we recognize feelings childhood
gates that open into the stomach
déjà vu and premonition of the past years to come.
This connects life to death,
contraction of eternity in an instant
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