***
The truth is
that I failed
along with the
childhood
along with the
youth
the moans and
the sobs
surprise me by
nightfall
with the
errors I can come
back through
secret pipelines ‒
I can wake up
to the sound
of your voice,
Love to your
cruel
insect's sound, the sleep
carries the
moon deeper.
And what’s the
matter with this
failure? There’s
still light
beyond the death.
The laughter
resounds under
the water.
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