Ulysses Fragile
remains the world in my eyes tired
tonight because there's red wine
thick as blood.
illusion of being able to respond
sitting alone in this space of silence and water
a shiny old
choose the appropriate name.
ink in his veins, syringe without weight
white contrast and a photograph in time
cry of seven miracles that I cry when I think about it.
A negative listening.
Sea and motion and heat.
diachronic disenchantment.
Santa escapes shadow
if you forget anything in the past
the words I have teeth, full canopy edge
never be enough to flee this melancholy.
only the Book of Answers for everything, I remain.
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