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suddenly I’m where the wind begins

I’d like to understand

mammals, the humanity that runs

in the veins

the hand-to-hand combat of grief

the drowned world the images of farewell

how our lips

and the huge side of the sea

other times it’s suspicious I become

a generation a vine

a cascade of shadows and of dialogues