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Spaghetti knots

Friday, June 7th at 0113 with 52% humidity

It began with you and I

it ended with you and I

but in between

there was you and I

and nothing else




than us,

unless it were

going back to the beginning

to have everything else


Sleepy beauty snoring

a fantasy for this subway

where we meet in my dreams

or simply the next stop

where the rumbles can be recorded

under bird songs that require

no wings or feathers

but that have spiritual semblance

that sire humankind’s special place

alongside people like her

who is slobbering on her own hair

and jiggling on each start

that does not wake her

despite going against the motions

like the sun that yawns

over the morning’s shadow

in a shaky summer ease

or her dress of stenciled flowers

that survived the harshest winter

or me,

with my destination missed,

my feelings solid,

and my stare which no doubt is rude

but all I have to have you

until you rise and silence ensues

even as the subway makes much noise

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)


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