do not misconstrue
panic
or hysteria
do not underestimate
schizoprenia
what is buried
come out as a set of hands
looking for
the pair of eyes
so it can see and feel
do not underate
that laughter or scream
it was that big boat
and behind is that volcano
erupting
your silence was then at the loudest
the answers
to all the questions sit on the bench
at the dark kiosk
proud like a pillar
dignified like the bust of the hero in copper and lead.
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