Midway Through the Two

A guilty conscience for

Innocent words uttered in the shades.

Back so quickly to old familiar sin

Like the smell of my least favorite jacket,

Basked in the human odor,

And imbued with a will to live.

A lagoon of thoughts,

Good or bad

Such profound trivialities.

Where is your velvet safety?

Exposed now to the caresses of truth.


A day

The end day,

We closed our ancient eye.

A day,

The first day

We cried a newborn cry.


In and out in less than a century.

Make it a spectacle

Not just one page on Wikipedia.


Our day.

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