The baby boy was a supermarket announcer
A baby cesar who was lost on his way home not yet crowned
Half animal and reaching for the sun the years to come so unsweet
recognizing mess, the heart traumas and the name of the streets
The cream pastel of the back of the college building
under it lay a tidily grassed ornamental hill
the cream pastel of the college building uttering we were lost
shadow embracing it lightly unable to hug it enough
to call it love
The baby boy looked up not knowing itself
Simply carried away by a panicking older brother
The baby boy was paving the street
just to crawl forward
as the shadow danced and attempted to seduce the college building
legs dragged on as did the day and it´s light on the baby boy´s cheek
The necessity for grocery shopping
The desire for proof of fertility
prioirites get muddled and infants forgotten
neither the sun nor the moon make very good parents
And abandoned babies hear the whispers of oblivion
even over the noise of the bustling market
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