noontime is already feverish
until it starts to vomit
darkness
the sun is badly offended
and hides its face
behind the seams
of the shy horizon
then the stars
come with the moon
with their usual
pantomimes
i am watching them
in silence
like a disciplined
european audience
very serious on the
tragedy of
sophocles
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