I choose the slow movement of the breath of sleep
time rested
time of the day sun-reddened cheeks that stuns and
Time sweaty fingers covering the pencil and think to mix the words
time tasted, then chewed, tasted
not choose the time, the circle of life that comes back and does not lose
exchange for what I create live
I stop in moments of closed eyes and pick this
to realize to live
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