Weeping
Weeping,
I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.
Redeeming
Infinite impossiblities
With the rhythm of the clock.
(The captive voice, far away.
Put on a cricket’ clothes.)
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