Monday, 8 September 2014


This place, this recalled spot

like a yawn

opening the faculties,

I enter

wearing a humiliating gathering

of new skin and greater shoes.

I was adolescent here.

I feel I have a greater number of measurements than this spot

as if I've strolled into a photo.

Maybe, even, more shade,

as if this spot

were a pencil portrayal of itself.

A long time of orchestras have played

in any case this spot, with its ear shut,

senses that a tomorrow

developing out of yesterday,

just as today

were just a quiet midnight.