Since you've been sick--

they say that your mind has gone
as if to some exotic and remote place
like Tahiti

that the last ship has sailed
and you, without a ticket
standing on the banks of your body

Since you've been sick--

my mind is going, too
thinking, logic, understanding
become my baggage

I suffocate in the room of reason
while you set out
on an inexhaustible ocean

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