Nocturnal

there is no room left
between my belly knot and sacrum’s saw
thick leafy trees have grown from bone marrow
their shadows blend on walls
enclosed between yesterday and tomorrow

I have started to walk stumbling
like an infant step after step
crushing carpet flowers into dewdrops
the forest inside me dins in reproach

nights are a sweet glue
pouring from an old cherry bark
trapping restless ants
days evaporate like naphthalene
white butterflies are also guilty
they chose to die too soon

I just have to be patient
a thread cut with front teeth
hardly passes through a needle

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