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On the second anniversary, oddly, there wasn’t time,

just snow, which amounts to the same thing.

I was moving in water up to my mouth,

though the streets were cleared faster

than the snow could fall.

I was waving my arms about, I was gathering air,

I went back to my rented home

but I couldn’t concentrate on sleeping.

I got the order confused, and the new one

seemed to me more beautiful.

If you have any plans of coming back,

at most I’ll miss my stop, I’ll overshoot

a continent, I’ll open my mouth and won’t reply

to the question I have no answer for.