The reader doesn't want arms
how warm
around him.
The reader won't get wet if
it's not clear
to the bottom
and only his legs floating
clearly there.
The reader doesn't want to remember
who undressed him
who knew his button size
who's eyes
just his own
his iris diving deeper
into eternity, the noun,
that looks only like his soul.
jan 14, 09
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