Each poem of his is its own book
Of poems each line a corridor
Each word a room a door
You pass by listening
For something unexpected prophetic
Informative and thrilling
Wondering who speaks so
Urgently from so many mouths
All saying the same thing
Come I've something to show you
You won't believe her
Even when you meet her
My little suffering Sophie
Madonna of my love
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