do not make
writing a big thing
it is just another
routine
an early morning
breathing
breakfast matter
of words in plates and
cups
make it a conversation
between you and another
stranger
do not mind if it does not
reveal any name or address
keep going keep going
let the hands busy on
something
and you will never be lost
and you will never beg
for a bucket of relationships
for another date in the calendar
i breathe, i delete
i put some more what i think is
there
i draw a horse
i put the word wings
and then i fly away....
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