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I had no time
to begin changing into
what the poem makes

Reality not in theory
but spreading behind
wall and bridge as
effect of bad comparison

Diminished day which
feeds on opinions
borrowed from those
who live in darkness

Name withheld because
it's difficult to get
anything in return for
innocence betrayed

No time left
to find a vehicle
compelling recognition

Clear sky written off
by such illusion

fighting words in a city
whose inhabitants
demand action

past patience aimed at
closing space between
desire and its object

filled with memories
unacknowledged by

this clock that takes
a beating to the end