And another thing
a candle balanced
precariously on my tongue
could be mistaken for the
pronunciation of your name
or mine, it's all the
same to me whether
you kill me with the
kind salutation that I am
of your race
among whales
and fish of the sea.
And these
air bubbles between us
pay attention
we breathe the
same air
are microcosms
in the gaps of our conversation
what lotus blooms, where all are lost in space
chasm, greet me
as I open usual doors
these stars, galaxies
when you advertise
familiar
pavement into speech.
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