variations of this luminous hour, metro station

it’s not the way the earth hums that tells me—look later, just after descent. see, we are swayed by landscape, still wild and abundant—

this city asks for entrance—we agree to prolong our talk by the riverfront. the train will not come again until daybreak, but smile for me.

i sometimes do things backwards to better understand—in sum: what is revealed cannot keep us company. lift the corners of your eyes.

the yellow lights of bridges will reach some baritone sadness. it will show in pictures. tomorrow—sunshine and bursts of dreams will admit that we belong out there.

we want neither isolation nor crowd, but there is flooding, my dear. we’ve accrued plenty. we’ve ruined our hearts. oh the witnesses—  end