when the first impulse of an action
the immediate thought
these tears
and the identification of the light with the sound of the morning
this walk towards the park
and the beating idea of solitude when there is no more food set on the windows around town
the appearance of a book
the neat dress on that lady far away
and the anxiety of me reflected against everybody's side walk
my thing you know
this very little thing
that is not changing the world
and may push the idea further
creating a disadvantage for the poor
the society of us
in a random approach generated
far and repeatedly here
so
like a sound
my lips on yours and the discourse of the night in my chest
the hours of shame and the nightmares gone
peculiar laughter from another room
bigger house
rejuvenated world
and the memory of us painted carefully
and carefully also shaped by the hands of the last century.
Here.
by The Shortfellow
Douai, France
10/11/15
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