Thursday, July 15, 2004
You observe your absence
Damage of the deafening roar
of the traffic
almost escapes this detail
Near the side of the road
before looking at that
it becomes your eye
black with me
The wood marches like the cloud
which is thought in doubt
your surface of the shadow
looks at the back section
As for me, you observe your absence
existence you do not perceive
under any condition
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