1.
I read water in water,
the house is swelling like a sack,
Outside, the tall tree unbolts its mossy smile,
pink flowers show their scarlet tongues
confirming the bed boundaries.
2.
The light will uncover cracks now
as someone writes dark narratives.
A door knitting the rainstorm,
a window scripts shrinking space
for every vanished land.
3.
The brightness spreads like a stain,
a pinpoint affixes me to the wall.
The floor holds your face in its marble veins,
something in us breathes
only when we move away.
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