Am I the only one
atop a pillar
in a room
of footsteps
and spoken
phenomena
the book drops
and when I say this
the book drops
I won’t fill my
words with master
founder directives
this actuates
and the book
stays dropped
you, my companion,
are dressed for
a day’s salt and breeze
this thing we shared
was a castle,
a poetic treasury
that belonged to no one
but twos threes manies
I am taking direction
of interrupting words
“I’ll help you calculate it”
let me place it any when
today
at the end of the length
is a gap like fully brightened
plasma bubbles
neurone like a piece
of stretched chewing gum
making strawberry flavoured
spider webs
and how I halt for shape
grace suggests order.
Ariel Riveros Pavez 
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