a star shines
up and above my little unlighted sky,

and I have a hole in my chest;
filled in black
and all the other things,
that I can’t even mean to say.


time is not in my hand
and I jump up the chances.
just to see then
break down in the sand.


a brick that felt
broke up my roof

and I have a hole in my head.
filled in flashy white
and all the other things
that is not important to say.


I have time as a friend,
feeded, by fragile little hopes.
full of proud is my soul,
but, I have nothing im may hands.

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