Transit

Now the near one is transiting
From silence to a radiated arm.
The arm turns blue like the sky

Please go on with woman talk
While I hear inside my eyelids
That I cannot hear her silence,

Says the poet, of the near one
Transiting from her temporary
To a permanent future silence.

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