in other places
i can be another person
i can be other than myself than you think you know
on a paper where you think i fit more as a signature
in black and white and in some likelihood of a tendril
i can be a black bird perching upon a cable wire
and you refuse to believe
that i can stand the heat and be not afraid
of the city lights
and its electricity
in faraway places i can be a faraway tower
it has more rooms than you think
and there is no more directory where you can find a number
of a room and say that i live there
i can be someone else
whom you meet along the street
and you will not recognize me anymore
as planned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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