We Poem by alexandre arnau
We
lint bouquets
lining the worn and
welcoming floor
of your apartment
what rages
and reprieves
have passed
between what
we
these walls
have been
floating motionless
to witness
blue static hum
and small pale fingers
lit against the
black
softness of evening
we
in silence
with rhythym
and frail hope
dreaming against
destiny
of a thing
we
might be
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