beyond water

Afraid of how fast the nails grow
and breath escapes the mouth,
and how distant each moment seems,
of how many songs belong to toilet tanks,
water pipes and kitchen faucets.

Songs, like poison, fill up the cups and wineglasses.
Poison, like songs, unites the living.
Dogs are afraid of us; stars, too.

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