Nocturne
       

I feel the necessity to say please, quiet.
Please, while I find my way in the blackness.

The word I don't move past.
I mean, inside the body blackness.

Where it stays dark if we're good, lucky.
Blind body. Rise. Move forward. Turn a corner.

Same thing, I feel.
The necessity to say please.

Quiet please, while I find my way in
the blackness. The word I don't move past.

Blackness, I mean. Inside the body—
blackness where it stays dark

if we're lucky, good, blind.
Body rise. Move Forward. Turn a corner.

Same thing. Same thing. I feel the body
rise, move forward,

turn a corner, if we're lucky.
The good blind—blackness where it stays dark.

I mean, inside.
The body. The blackness. The word.

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