a nomad.
a swallow, my last token,
nomad I don't know what I write when I'm writing
s o u l
it's probably just a glorious word
in the magnetic field of a childhood story.
a swallow, nomad, Che my father, draw me ten
white geese
keep them
until I get lost,
until I mix myself up with them in the drawing.
peace, my last original,
to remind me again
I'm speechless mannequin,
I'm essay odysseus
to remind me again
I'm moon's speechless mannequin
I'm moon's coupon
mushroom, leaflet.
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