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there were a few long wooden days
when I used to live secluded in a room with glass walls worn away beyond the sea's heel sometimes a near-sighted angel winked at me I had met him once when I had the stars beneath my knee-caps removed I was not born I was perhaps detached off my mothers shoulder blade I had inherited from my father a glass painted icon business trade was slack the priests were always looking for something else I don't remember how perhaps by chance we met again in the same ward at reanimation I had been diagnosed for traces of clouds under the elbows and the surgery for the removal of the fossils off his wings turned out to be much more complicated he fought back then for the butterfly implants round the eyes in order to ensure a better flight he knew many things for an angel way too many and nothing betrayed him not even that yellow light that scraped his shoulders once a piece of mirror revealed him and I watched as he recited in a low voice some lines I had written them myself with a pencil on to the ledge of the window a raven is soaring round me passes through me puts on my body and I begin to grow feathers some quiver on my wrist beneath my watch the hours are pecking themselves the second hand the minute hand the hour hand the clock itself begins to flap its wings when he read feathers came off his wings soughing in tranquility I felt some sort of flights piercing my body finding out astounded that the hours began to vanish off my watch today I know nothing of him I'm in a quiet place by the sea the only thing that bothers me here is that sometimes meridians breathe in and stiffen my wings
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