on a back road near my town
the sun leaving
the dust becomes weaker
it is a crystallized lizard
I am one of his eyes
the sun slowly goes away
as I crawl into myself
I am dense
and stillness becomes invisible
on my skin
a language disappears
when I hold this paper to the clouds
I know I must return to my town
and hover on the edge of its forest
there are no footprints there
but a fern can erase everything
everything moves toward it
but I keep on with my leaving
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