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AUTONOMY

space is blank
as time is slow
quiet and sluggish today
invisible tomorrow
yesterday already longaway

how can a head so empty
feel so heavy
pulling shoulders down
as ceaseless gravity
attempts again
to introduce you to
the ground

headshaken 'no',
allowing not a frown
to cross the brow
(don't ask for the secret
no-one really can know how)

gravity struck time
and cleaned your clock
as if tripped on its shoe
life skidded to a stop
the other in its pair
hovering in air
never or forever
is supposed to drop

autonomy
incognito, incommunicado
a self-existing night
in medias rest

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