walking truncated roads.
Do you have a magic eraser
that writes, do you wear foam
shoes that sing?
Do the wires that cross your sky
bring you dreams abundant?
We will walk past
the clamor of many spirits
on planets of dust.
We will rush out
from ravished temples
to dangle from
the longest branch.
Oh lost companion,
oh absurd sculptor of the night,
whole sidewalks of conversation
will follow you home.
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