Turquoise Blue
unless it doomsdays
rather I’d not lose the sight of the eclipse
quivering en rubato
unfolding to the outskirts of the
optimistic Alps and back
into my room
solemn room
egocentric room — into my non-alpine crevice
barely seen bubbly
light
unravels meno mosso
emotions
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