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Beginning
You’ve left and I’ve
left;
The difference is that I’m
still on this earth,
Bare-footed waltzing in the rain
With my hair full of algae.
I’m lying on the beach of this evening,
Here, at miles from the ocean;
Still, going shopping, I hear the tide. You’ve left and I’ve left.
I was there, close to the coffin;
You were having a restful sleep after your hard life.
You staged all my victories so far.
Now, I’m lost in the dark . . .
At midnight I undo my hair:
Then it is raining algae on the campus,
Then it is raining blood. . .
