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Coming and Going
As long as you believe in miracles You watch the sun fall into the sea Every evening Then you turn your back and sink Among the ferns sparkling from a moon or from the other Night up to your knees under the vault of cries. The pubescent monkeys, the adolescent pumas Contemplate the slender crescent Of the earth In the eyes of a dead viper That knots on the asphalt The alpha of a future alphabet. It’s the end of night the mosquitoes Place themselves on your forehead and die with you In the ruins of your dreams erected By the distant suggestions of cities Where you wish to find an empty Bed to die in. The cathedrals the cinemas the soliloquies The beggar’s ear glued to the violin Music To be lovesick when the songs All temple prostitutes all rotgut for two cents Are going to end up in the pink slit of a jukebox. Hope is under the hand that weak flesh Groped massaged turgescent with eyes shut Comes and goes Let’s keep knotted kisses to ourselves for a long time Until another day erases The trace of each passing.