Some question


I wonder what will think of me the angels
fallen from the ceiling to my shoulders,
whispers to each others ears
growing in intensity as I breath,
and what will the tigers roar
when I dissolve in a puff of smoke
like an old bunch of leaves
to be driven by the heels
and some others beasts that now
and for the last twenty years at least
have been spilling all over the earth
the flowers that I wonder if theyll plant
when I dont longer fear to fear
to say that there isnt
anything
for me to say.

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