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Her last year

Rest your mouth.

Rest your music.

Rest your walking around. Sit down.

Drink. Eat.

With my eyes, I see you eat stones.

I see you eat bones.

You eat mud. You eat the light.

I don’t recognize anything.

Not a sign, a cut, a knife, a dark wood, a net.

I recognize everything.

The sign, the cut, the knife,

the dark wood, the net.

for Marina Tsvetaeva