Zywa
The silent steps
After jumping I learn
between tears and laughter
with steady partners
the silent steps
Sometimes I cry for later
always about bygone days
and their repetition
as if they have to be redone
Dancing I also think
about the pleasant things
that are not possible and
that I am released from
although I miss them
which I reconcile when I rest
through an old crack
fantasy sneaks in
and there is what was
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