8.1.10





we were together on the road, together we have been running
the smallest bird watched us going
how far? how much longer?

intimate thunder inside the cave
to see, to hear, to be able to speak
to find the language written on grounds, on waters running from one cloud

where is the end, where the beginning
of routes
and sites
reflected on skies and tears

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