Breeze In


"The Night of the Senses"


Breeze in

There is a moment

finer than each of us,

an inclination

that takes over and then withdraws

the way fever causes

our secret façade to fade away.

How often did I avoid

precisely what I lack,

solely recognizing the flow

when affected by dryness?

The riddle is that

anyone who breezes in

when we are courageous enough to care

has precisely what we lack

concealed in their sorrow.


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