POSTERIZED PAST
NARRATIVE the thirty-eighth
Child sees a day. So he opens his eyes. Thereupon he sees a dark.
So he closes them. Today, amid the day, notices the child people:
with their eyes shut. He grows up, at once, too much.
And distinguishes not between night and day.
So he closes them. Today, amid the day, notices the child people:
with their eyes shut. He grows up, at once, too much.
And distinguishes not between night and day.
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This night, asks me, my overgrown kid – what for that shift?
And let me not answer with my open eyes.
And let me not answer with my open eyes.
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