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what if I (lunes)

what if I
carried the world inside myself
oceans, giraffes, mosquitoes

don’t use words
they are an old technology
do it better

what’s this skin?
these scars, these rough-cut memories?
who lived here?

from dry sky
thunder cracks old sleep nights
we listen, running

this hard house
shelter, prison, eggshell, snowglobe, home
but no sleep

don’t use words
they have a strange echo
try something else

don’t throw things
I won’t catch fast enough
they will break

do not speak
they have machines for that
find something soft

do not speak
they have memories for that
that won’t echo

do not speak
do not listen so hard
don’t use words
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