Paris At 6:56 AM

I am looking to become

someone else entirely.


At least to be


what I have been.


To be what I would become

on my very last

of measured days.


Those days which will have

increased in weight

by a thousand times or more.

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Those days whose hours are

fragrant blossoms,

where minutes hang like

ripened fruit.


Only then

would I would laugh and sing.

Only then

would I pray without shame


And within each amplified


I would share all that I ever had

with you.