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A light shinning that has a
beam with defined borders, a line
between solitude and the past.
He looks to the sky, sees
a dark room, a dance hall,
spies in the ceiling. His years
of children, she doesn’t see them. Like
flowers they open and close, bend at
the stem. The endless ages and spirals in the
heart of barcelona. Blue eyes and brown eyes
like genesis beginning with a voice, blinking
hovering of his and her waters.
She says that she didn’t know, that she doesn’t know,
that she’ll never know, can’t find what words she
needs to be a man.