[And behind me lies a man]
       

And behind me lies a man
      My throat flutters like banners and flags
If books are happy, then I am closer to grass, closer to grass and to sky

      Professor of crying, I said to the rain
      suspended between embarrassed plants and the sun that burns
            with embedded intentions
What's the minimum font size I should consider?
Why does the cloud fly from its cave?
There's a very small window in which I can use my panic to write better,
      this has not been
      one of those times. Professor of unreasonable expectations
I wanted to give you an update:

From between my teeth", blond centuries abort themselves
      so all my new vowels are clean
And lower, in my omphaloid hollows, shallows and shadows
eat stealthily
      from each other's bowls

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