The beautiful page
The image
Of the bunch of the books
Under the warm armpit
The molecules
Coming out through the nostrils
Into the air
What a charming delight
In the pores of the body
Where did the parks fly off
I look for the wind
That have blown them away
Beyond redemption

And those black board and chalks
The windows red and pink
The turquoise ink
The blinking blue hazes of time
A blurred paradigm

We build to break
No deep breath
Whispers the breeze through the chime

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April 20, 2018