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Published: July 28, 2022
A handful of water
I am the shadow of metaphor
on the balconies of allusion
and the sheet of the letter and its pillow is the maze
O my broken annex
to the compartments of my silence
and the folds of exile
for the metaphors of my splitting
and the line is the crack of the soul
in the metaphysical
I crawl and stumble
and the outpourings like drowning
affect my turning
who restrains the wave
when the wind gets drunk
and if the shore is tempted by the tides
we have become vows to the ink
and the wagon of captivity is its mare eloquence
where do all those exiles come from
but from where do the streams flow
as if I am a handful of water
in the river of eloquence!!
Tuesday, 01 July 2025
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