The Sea
I
As I leave my house today, I know I’d be entering the fiery evening.
I had already seen the
redness in the slanted rays of the sun that fell into my room.
This evening has been bequeathed to
madness.
I have forgotten to bind my hair....
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The Sea
I
As I leave my house today, I know I’d be entering the fiery evening.
I had already seen the
redness in the slanted rays of the sun that fell into my room.
This evening has been bequeathed to
madness.
I have forgotten to bind my hair.
I have forgotten to paint my lips.
I have forgotten to
empty my nakedness into a bowl of shame.
I know the glowering evening sun makes my skin seem a mustard orange.
The people around me
in their ordinary trousers and shirts are quietly considering my eyes.
The sun has entered the
windows of my eyes.
My hair longs to be lifted up in a wild spree of mad uninhibition.
As if it were a dream a sea breeze lifts my hair up in its own madness to kiss everything in a
hurry.
Suddenly everything falls silent.
I find myself still walking down my staircase in a hurry
to reach the next landing.
Every landing is deja vu.
In the darkness of the staircase and the grilles
that weave little webs of spidery light,
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