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the sky
doesn’t know her reasons
little does it matter the transition
how high the fingerprints
who offers who seeks
little does it matter the prediction
the immediate future
is keen:
the knights no longer
can be counted
yesterday
I read the sky
primitive questions within
the black smoke infested
my bones
and I strive to know
holding onto utopias
for how long will
the ligaments last if
in this city
nobody flees
everyone expects for the time
he comes in uniform in decrees
busts and statues and also comes
when all is clear
for we live under
eviction
visions fall
as threatened
and the sky
doesn’t know her reasons
but I
I reached the border
of every word:
where everything binds lone
every definition
spreads
yesterday
I gathered the letters
with constellated rebellions
I sew on my fist
a dark tempest
and the sky gazed back
answering
this way
who knows