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Spaghetti knots

at first sight


it was love

and now

what it is isn’t bad either


standing in a stuck room

waiting for lights


listening to a door

explaining that the only real thinking left to do

is in your dreams


seeing morning crawl over what

used to be a mountain

but now is a mall


bubbling together breakfast

eating a lesser lunch

measuring minutes in sugars remaining


finding the most useful way to live

in a carpool lane

though you are alone


hearing that there are private collections of leonardo da vinci

that will never be released to the public

remembering when you waited in the louvre

only to find the exhibit under construction

wondering what they fixed


weeping gas till you are at a home buried by a silent garden

dead as a baby

saying that there are things still to do in the day

even as night comes single like a blind date

darkening your face

eyes teetering on the window again

where the light of the mall can’t reach


About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters.


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