LIKE A MAN

The remains of the shipwreck
upon the table.

Like heaven opening
hell closes.

Like a restless heart
and routines from the past.

Like the beams on the rooftop.
Like seating you by my side without being caught.

Like eating without hands.
Lost like an elusive man.

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