For Insomnia
For
Insomnia
night…
in the
window
your body
rains
a butterfly
spins and
spins
in that
squall
night knows
no roads…
the sparrow
doesn’t recognize
where it
has fallen
when nobody
sees him
man walks out
on man
your body
and mine
a
sweltering ghost
among the
doors that open and close
one remains
open,
the one
painted blue by the wind
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