The danger scoffs
it knows me well
To enjoy emergence and keep
from drowning
I scoff back but check behind me
Kiss me I will never tell
Happiness is on a yardstick
Mine is bigger
Yours is closer
Difficult to stand and measure
Sometimes do it just for pleasure
Help me I can see the future
Plastic coats on ancient tombs
Stop this vision
Of desertion
One cold body
Empty room.
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