tear of nothingness

This a breeze

a puff of blur

a word too fragile

another troubling gasp

 

outside, the tender world

a tissue I would caress

but this fear of breaking

what is ready to crumble

stops me, so I climb

the tallest dumpster

and watch these children despair

 

Every man is an ant

or a walking trapezoid

I can’t keep quiet

the medicine of sound

it comes now as prophesizing twilights

 

I admit, that licking a wound

is another form of poem

and to walk is to flee a little

and to be alone is to create a river

 

I don’t write a single word to convince

         but to cry

            a tear of nothingness

a too-late warning

 

that we are slowly disappearing

and we never knew why

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