Beyond the Run
I brought my knees to my chest
and I closed my eyes
under the eyes, travel silver strips,
millions of wires of blinking,
all the sand of seconds that caught us together
my eyes sting
my thoughts sting
that we have left our hands
in the night, where you sleep in peace
the comfort of the trees takes your dreams
in the most gentle, maternal hugging
you do not savvy that the breeze has passed
on my window
you do not savvy he saw my sleep dry
I am an abandoned child
in the midst of silence
in which the longing is tangled a golden dragon
broken down by calling
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