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Untitled<\/strong><\/p>\n for the many ghosts of the Mediterranean, for those that remain unknown<\/em> I want to tell you why I ate bread when you were eating air I am riding on a wave peppering my light cart with holes. I am trying to drown I am trying. Look closer (there is a word missing).<\/p>\n I want to take you down to the beach I want to show you that the angels are burning.<\/em> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nI want to take you down to the beach
\nI want to offer you its silence, where you are hanging
\nunder the palms there are phantoms, the phantoms are smiling
\nI want to show you the coral shelves where we buried your body
\nI want to show you each life I swallowed to maintain the colour of my light cart
\nI have done it all to ensure my little girl wears the same shoes as your little girl
\nsometimes, more or less, I have been wrong.<\/p>\n
\nI want to tell you at the same time as you want to tell me
\nthat you want me to tell you, but anyway, sorry, I am busy.<\/p>\n
\nthousands of people. I am trying to drown.<\/p>\n
\nwhere I have tied the archangels to the palm trees
\nheavy ropes chafe their feathered waists, the match strikes.<\/p>\n
\nI cannot show you, you are not looking.<\/em><\/p>\n