Mediu
the dream is over
through lazy eyelashes
you can see the TV’s led
in the living-room
the way to the bathroom
as if through a cold fog
and life seems a tunnel
to other parallel universes
back
in the kitchen
an orbit pastille on the table
a knife in the empty sink
through the 5 o’clock morning light
your body is an aquatic monster
and the suddenly dense air
pulls me out towards a direction
I could never say it really exists
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