The encumbered night
Was ruptured by the vultures.
The lions ushered from the
Aperture, and I am victimized.
Everything:
From the world,
To the oceans
The transatlantic cajoles,
The exasperated maudlin,
The boisterous crowds,
The reticent owl,
The knots of dreams,
The epistles
Of feigned oblivion,
And the nights that spun
In a rotund of nostalgia.
I knew what happened
To everything:
Everything sank in you.
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