I was at The Knowing Circus last night.

we were unlocked,
music from black keys
dictated me the shrapnel
deep
as a woman.

Men collapsed masked with sadness.

A particular legend,
concrete on the panorama.

(2)

to raise our dead and question the cause of this grand dismay
that wakes and doses us with sleep at the same time.

Grand piano investigates a murder,
still being committed at the tip of my fingers.

(3)


when the poet raises his terrified mother
from the childhood blasphemies,

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