Reported Speech
the third of january saw this;
the moon is a stone in the sky
and the night a stencil of light;
the rain an error of clouds
and the stars a coda of cats;
this day told me...
you are hidden behind your face,
all your words are coded like scripts,
your body is full of lines:
you are paged inside yourself.
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