people are birds with their wings on the inside

flying in a much purer air -

the air of thoughts


my heart was pouring between ribs and trachea

you kissed my sternum 

and my forehead


the yet unborn seconds were racing 

with our gasps -

forever welcomed

at this mathematical time and space.


and then I knew -

people are bracelets

worn by an invisible god.


we are always restless

but mostly at night.



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