I get out from the
bus
and extend my silent
hand
(everything is
silent in me:
hair, eyes, whole
body)
he mirrors this
gesture
‘I know the place
where birds go to
die’
he knows the rules
of this game
and silently walks
next to me
with his long silent
fingers
and deaf pupils
hot air trembles
when we shatter it
with our
breaths
silent collaboration
of the substance
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