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für mein jüngeres selbst

sans titre

last night in paris

and I can see the nightlights

illuminating dusty clouds

and the towers beam

in the tiny studio

on the eighth floor

which reminds me

of the twelfth

and the seventh

and the third

but also not at all

because clarity is missing

on horizon’s edge

over hospital beds

over dirty rivers

but

clarity has persisted

in my puff-white head

always chasing high

rise buildings

and rising high

hopes

for a better future

for a better me