A Visit By Cuda
She
sang
a
song
unheard
of,
patted
my
lips
and
whispered
something
i
could
not
understand,
neither
could
i
feel
the
bruises
on
my
lips
when
she
and
her
shadow
were
gone,
leaving
behind
a
skeleton
too
real
to
be
skeletal
The
skeleton
which
gives
me
company
but
never
said
a
word
ever
since
we
met,
The
skeleton
which
convinces
me
that
Cuda
is
not
at
all
a
mystery
but
a
thesis
which
only
i
can
claim
full
mastery
Miles
away
she
stands
resolute
on
a
balcony
overlooking
my
pity
tattered
world.
The
letters
that
i
write,
she
can
jump
and
drop
a
response
by
but
i
cannot
fly,
the
balcony
is
way
too
high.
She
is
only
that
which
i
saw
in
a
mail
and
through
these
visions
towards
her
i
sail,
whistling
the
song
she
only
sang
for
me
first,
Upraised
by
this
not
so
skeletal
skeleton,
i
recited
the
lyrics
even
without
much
knowledge
of
the
meaning
Do
not
doubt
my
singing
(Cuda)
If
you
listen
to
my
whistle
Forever
more
we
shall
be
kissing
(ndinokuda)
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