The absent sun

The time in the room got so exhausted

I try to nail

the absent sun

your heart's architecture pensive history

and the voice between the arms-me crouching

to change the tender linen of dawn

from the parallel window of sky

with seconds dropped down

on the tired memories of the thighs

waving caresses

unthread you spider's thread off the green door's atoms

vanish to unseen places over

Vivaldi's spring

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