I could form in this life
to dwell forever in a book,
a song, an album, a verse, nothing done
a word.
could-if I could, confine
three window walls inside of which
possible
recreate the truths of the past,
the minutes of the meeting,
fluidity morning buzz.
would be able, and so affirm,
to think this life, live it to apear
train
elements that fable
morning and interpret what is happening and not
closer.
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