The word causes
always with great irony
the vision, the wait
the dark or in the cool of dawn.
Something swings
the features of a face
down as the magnetic field
down the neck or along the shoulders or back.
It is a stream hit
by a return gently shaking
irresistible core of attraction
a blank page
bent suddenly.
Maybe it's a wild passion
who goes in search of everything
even through the thick fog
a dream unknown
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