for the moment
I vanish
into the dusk
out of the light
night's night falls upon me
and eloquent enough
no one notices me go inside
conversation rises
and I am underneath it
as the ceiling fan taps out a broken melody
I hear a sweet story
that suddenly became a song
full of nostalgia
it all seemed theatrical
to be silent in front of a parade of names
I wander like a bird
in search of the clouds
my accurate yet quick ideas
let me wear a clever coat
I travel with my imagination
until I run out of road
I arrive just in time
still
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