One by one
unlocking
the doors he
leaves them
ajar, swings
outward the
blue shutters
of the windows
small curls of
sun fall into
the room
Pinned to the
wall his flag
of white paper
staring back
at him, he
sees himself
falling into
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the world,
inside the
running
water hand-
song of his
words, and he
cries out to the
light itself,
today I cannot
sleep because
today for the
first time I
wrote my name
by Christ the
world is a place
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