's just a man to whom I speak
of its interior as its surroundings
when sliding on the same now as when he writes of
her cheeks was the fresh wind of
top of conquest under the nails when the land was strip
his shows his wounds
women you love and then
forget the ambition of hope
the cobwebs of his room when he is afraid of dying
and the shakes
an orgasm when life is not as it appears
and 'just a man that I am talking about when
stumbles in his shadow when he walks on water and sinking
and not 'just a man singing
what is wrong and when you do not forgive
the rage and disillusion of that universe
shaped person I'm talking about
when he shoots his brother
and kneels to a portfolio when looking at the infinite
through her navel
or when a flag is behind us for fear
a lie is bad
hidden in a prayer
and 'just a man to whom I speak
a shower after a betrayal
the smile that comes back after she cried
is just a man that I write about the night
before a long trip when
not know whether to leave and then 'only or even escape from
is just a man that moves me I want to kill and save
love and abandon
is just a man but I want to tell
for the joy as the pain must be preserved
must transform
PS I find it WONDERFUL
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