Clutching hands and elbows
But that’s already happened
The sin of breakfast at dawn
Made up for by museums
And hair-raising traffic
For the education of the soul
Takes so much time
That I actually don’t remember
Crossing the bridge we must
Have because the sun
Is now on the other side
Or what we take for the sun
That weaving of light all around us
In which we’ve just started to live
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