you make a funnel of me
as you pour out
all the chaos in
you,
i
stretch my nose
a bit,
expand my ears
like a cave
where you
enter my
openness,
my tolerance is an
ocean
boundless,
my hope is
endless,
and i listen
attentively like
a wall
to your
sighs,
i make a tunnel
of myself
running
down the depths of our
souls,
i
could have told
you that
i have a
wish for
a hand holding
a light
at the end
of all these
squandering,
i have one
philosophy
now,
i
travel and
i
do nothing.
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