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Spaghetti knots

for i forget i forged i

i

the solitary destruction

a single hair from a hijab

knows

 

i

the alone

that can’t be hurt

by you

 

i

the one you showed

the breathe of winter lazy

with the warmth of spring

 

i

a song sung by the last

species of a beautiful bird

born for waste

 

i

the adoration of a streetlight

the first alcoholic president

the magic trick messed up

 

i

keep thinking of you

like i only can

but now someone else

does

maybe more

and this is too much

to think for

i

 

i

the unthinking the dumb the stuck

looking only at this sole thing

knowing it is not the thing

finding it is close to nothing

 

i

the last dream before shakespeare’s death

i

the first thought of a mozart forgotten

i

the middle of a nameless man sawed in between

who he heard and who he had to ask again

who who who

 

i

a mother’s boy

she is dead

i

a father’s man

he isn’t instead

 

i

snow steps against autumn leaves

for fish to pack for a family not here yet

but that hopes to find the future fed

 

i

hoping if you felt the clouds gloat

in your sun or

if you remember me

asking you

to tell me

what the stars

said to you yesterday

before the clouds came

coughing

and breathing slippery life back

into the ground where

you lay

untold

 

i

the one who couldn’t

join you

for you

left me long ago

to live

wondering what

kind of life

was this now

for i

 

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About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters.

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