I’m whispering goodbye. Goodbye to whom?
It’s not to ghost of yours. It can’t be true
Because it keeps approving words I choose
But in reply no empty palm it moves
And there’s an extra feature in all that
The triumph of no voice, but mouth spread
Like fish-alike it opens for a sign
A soundlessly bubbling singing “I”
The shadowy aquarium comfort
Where tears dry and songs are never heard
Where harden hand, that’s hanging in the air
Acquires qualities of fin and shape it wears
And so, to you, who overcame the kind
Of sewing limbs together nereid mild
I spill my brow right out of the sea
While wright about the things that make blood thin
That size of pain grew bigger the size
Of cerebellum. That memories from eyes
You cannot steal. And keeping mouth shut
Pain shouts at the organs trapped inside.
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