there is a moment
where the night takes a breath
yes, you are smelling the night-crisp
when the dishes are done
the papers are filed the
calls left blink-blinking on an abandoned machine and
in that moment
you are.
dwelling inside the
dwelling (we are) the
re-visited
una pausa that those eccentric
southern europeaners know that those
who we brush to the sides
are filling their lungs with it
with the scent of
now.
you are in that you are
the presentmemory you are
))not even here((
the lungs of me.
be the lungs of me.
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