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a little nothing of a flame
the air able to enter and leave,
everything ended up meeting,
an empty can
to sense the threads,
an obligatory tone
because he felt like being alone.
possibilities of the room,
a list of instructions
those attentions and lack of them
outside thoughts,
strips of mental material
unity was too far away
a territory where people were sleeping
territory versus room.
that kibbutz of dawn and red wine),
Nothing at all that could be thought about,
thirst,