terça-feira, 3 de março de 2026

I cut it for you

 I cut in half by myself
pavement yelled out
Language in cracks and barks
Who am I to care
A face like this just looking
cutting through these obstacles
With a blunt rusted saw

You see me
can't ignore 
But maybe you should
Morning's crowded
a few minutes from dead
But I'll live eternitities
chasing those bouncy steps

I cut it up and down 
cleaned it out of your way
with last liter of sweat
just the twigs and leaves complained
Through the bark and cracks
The tree comes apart
My eyes cut through you

The air of me will absorb
whatever comes out of you

 


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