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I lost a lifetime

walking always on the road's middle

between the two ways

following the line drawn with white paint

with a straight back and a forward look

as if I were carrying a basket on my head

with a sleeping bird in it

 

maybe it would have been better

if life hooked me by the scruff

to shake me completely

like some people seize newborn puppies

keeping them head under water

in a bucket filled by rain

 

but I walked farther

fearing the bird would fly away

from the top of my head

far from the city the country the planet

deep in the night behind my back

where over someone's heart weighs

the total eclipse of the earth