101 Your eyes inside my crumpled paper lamps Lighten for me my dark unfurnished places -- Jammed with the wreckage of forgotten fragments -- The black That trapped my legs between two steps, two days; The empty plateaus of my evening dusk -- Moveless beneath the running sky of shadows, Silent above the sea of waving echoes -- The gray That lost my legs within the naught of dust; The naked twilight of my morning dew -- Feeding dry things with tiny wetting nipples, Waiting with hungry pupils for your image -- The dim That melts my legs in thirsty throats of roots.


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