In order to write a poem
trimmed in a genuine language
I was waiting patiently
for words to lose ground.

When they were crying in pain
after their lost body
I was clogging up my ears,
plucking them one by one
weightless and without past.

Flying, drifting, vaporizing myself,
alongside their new shape,
singing in the sunlight,
waiting again patiently
to forget them forever.

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