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I sit here

At the window
Waiting for you
To come jogging past
In your crucifix uniform

 

You remind me of myself
Perhaps (I wonder aimlessly)
I could comfort you
I love the furrows between your eyes
And the ravages of anxiety

Across your clencheD expression

You have the new face
The coming face
The face of no objective experience

And you have chosen the path of muscle

Toward your sorrow
How private you are
In the minds of everyone

 I salute you

 Brave Spirit
Who has swallowed so much
And tasted so little.

SEMPRE ACHEI ROMPANTES ADORÁVEIS.   ...MAS NÃO AS RUÍNAS DA ANSIEDADE.  UM DESANUVIA O CORAÇÃO.  ...MAS, SÓ AQUELE.