at eleven o’clock

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the flies are sleeping and
i am not asleep for long.
coral of stars, round moon
i am going to dive into you,
air, whilst i fall asleep.

on a tightrope from
void to void, there i am.
i carry dovecotes in my
heart for the every day.

i loosen up roses and nails.
i say words and dreams.
on a tightrope, from
balcony to balcony,
hand in hand with the
unnameable.

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