Zywa
Room in heaven
Wishing to live
in the city without
its burden, above
the chimneys, cleanly
swinging in grandma's chair
in front of the bay window
seeing the dormant mouths
of the pocked roofs
wake up without
having to smell their poison
and then also breathe it
out of solidarity with everyone
who has to live fast
in the stone world
where everything is hard
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