out where the sun sets

onto black and orange

shiny buildings i sat

eyelids spasming

mumbling psalms into

the wind watching others

touch palms after

they've shown that

their hands are

clean and callused

my warm heart filled

with riches that

can't be spent

except in the mind

on what's been

left behind at a

happy distance

now i'm pleasantly

stumbling and twisting

my ankle and stubbing

my toe careening

trying to

find a match to light

a candle

i don't bother to open my eyes

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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