Poetics

ways of sleeping

i keep returning to that bridge,
the things we want, when we want them,
disappear. and you. you.
on our way to Majengo —
why is it we can not exhaust this?
this. this.
we keep returning. over and over.
again.
you keep returning.
symphony.
the drums of Shostakovich.,
i keep hearing your sad music,
your sad music.
i do not know any language,
i do not know any language,
i do not know any language,
i do not know any language.
memory here is forbidden.
& you my love, you are forgiven.

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