I don't write a text
I write a body with a skin
and bones underneath,
A life.
I don't write a text
I write an object,
With a surface
That covers something unknown.
I don't know what I write
Perhaps it's not for me,
or not to be known at all.
I don't write to remember
I do not write to know.
I do I suppose, write to wander.
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