an undivided man,
a man walking towards us,
warping
the morning corner
a man who am I,
who is everybody,
a man undivided
that I see on all nobodies
who sees greets us,
so many waves grip us,
another man doesn’t delay
fetching us onto his way
hugs huddle hugs,
our names fly away,
land on other lips
and lump when we split
a man slowly bringing in
his incomplete shaping,
a man stretching his limbs,
untying the morning laces
a man brushing off the wings
and tuning the steps in posses,
a man singing
as an alarm cock or a choir of voices
a man calling forth
the day we call tomorrow
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