i have thought i had found
the reason,
the one and only reason,
to live
in this or that moment
at home
in the peace of a settled
fate.
The butterfly and graffiti
are sufficent confirmations
of a complicated yes to faith.
and yes, the communications
every day:
you have to take note
and sing them from the belfry.
People think
you hear what you want to hear and bats
purr like cats
when in a confined space.
They have us on their radar.
I have thought like them.
I have heard that bat.
I want to hear what moves me to love.
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