Current

It's just or so important as a poem

The permanent island autumn
that far away goes, and comes, endures

like my thoughts about you, your walks
and visits that pass and overflood, erase

from the map any chart of plans,
isolate this frozen hands with waves of fire.

Inert ungathered I'm floating
like an algae kilt trough a bridge without

stream, full of a salty and strange sap
invader life who aims to dream

of covering more pages
of learning the lyrics and notes

the silence of ancient drown cities
that invokes you1

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