light unfolds
in the room that I immeasurably inhabit
twice you ask why
I know no reason
I don't play questions and answers
I save the light up to the edge of my pupil
while I irreparably caress the dusk
called shadow and paint it
till it disappears
offer and counteroffer
I say
take me
push me to the edge
save what I waste
love the drought and
shoreless stream
and know
this is this
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