there are gaps in my tracks
of words that are hidden in images
of vain silence.
in the mirror and not reflected
the moment of poetry
in your hands roam
my sides, my corners and my angles.
abstraction is that I lack
is the reality that imprisons me
and binds me
and makes me want to be lyrics.
If only one more
front of me
no other image of your being
but your poem and your indecision!
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