the concrete
was where thy fingers bled:

i caught thee in my mouth—
too thick and unseen to taste,
yet i swallowed thee.

i saw thee through day,
for hour and hour in time:
lost and unheard,
thou drifted closer and closer to the door
where a song driped into mine ears—

we swayed
back and forth, no man lost
no man taken:

and i taste thee with mouth closed tight

will i never learn?

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