I
follow a fellow
may be othello

he sets on fire
hidden desire
bushes with thorns
a place that mourns
I
follow the moon
on caligula’s spoon
listen to leaves
rustling peace
I
follow the trunk
the sun is sunk
in empty arms
holding it harms
I
follow the end
beaches of sand
papers in mind
that I can’t find

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