We would wait for the word from a recent sleep. Then it would come as if we were waiting for it all these minutes .The word is wait , itself from a flick before sleep. After sleep there is a poem , a lover who displaces a mind, between a poem, a movie about waiting and a real life from dreaming.

Waiting is for a single Godot of the mind. Waiting is a thing that mutates to some other thing than what we are waiting for.

But at Marvel’s back he always heard the winged chariot hurrying near.

There is this new mower of grasses who addresses glowworms.Glow worms are not night time comets predicting a prince’s funeral. They do not even predict the fall of the grasses.


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