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Celso Moskowitz
Poems
May 2017
Clockword
Almost the light of a dawn
after the Sunday,
I try to fill the time
with words
that have no
volume.
The easiest of tasks,
the hardest of tasks:
there's so much that can be said,
there's just so much that can be said.
The walls turn to grey
an there's this oily thickness in the air,
drifting in search
of a window,
of opportunity.
The words are still
massless
and I still have time
left:
for now
this will have
to do.
Written by
Celso Moskowitz
29/M/Portugal
(29/M/Portugal)
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