This gray morning
Of January
Makes me collapse more
In this nauseous swamp
Of the self commiseration,
Because I thought that a sun
Omnipotent and aglow
It would illuminate the spaces
Of my interior.
There weren’t your eyes
To the side of my pillow.
And now I vague,
Toward there I go
As charmed
Submerged in a lethargy
As in a dream,
Written in my suitcases
Destination humus
I got for address.
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