First the message kills Comments

First the message kills
the receiver, then
it kills the sender.
It does not matter
in what language.

I stand up, throw
the balcony doors open
and take a breath.

The gulls circling
above the snowless street
I will not entice
with gestures of feeding.

I light a cigarette;
return to my post,
and take a breath.

There is nothing to dream.
Everything is possible.
Little matters.
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