on this balcony, my chest rising to the pulse of green below my eyes pinned back by the excess of old nights I am drawn again into this steady current, carried by its will to open seas, to harbours made of sand, the people there celebrating my arrival like tangled puppets on loose bridges. I am in your heavy breath as I move through these waters, dodging slowly what moves too fast, encircled by the very air that gives me life. I am brought to these places on the shoulder of hope, in the wake of an old desire, on the tongues of smooth rocks under a salt blanket. there is a million dollars here but I have come by the grace of small men to watch it dance in the morning air to watch it move...and nothing else.
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