and for the thousand
footsteps
i still say i have
not begun yet
and for the thousand
words, or a thousand
poems, i still say
i have not written
for all those loves
and heartbreaks, i still
keep saying
i have not really
loved that much
until the calendar
ends the days
until the mouth is
sealed
until the heart
stops....
for life is a surge
and it keeps surging
and surging
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