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Maybe there's an old man with the head in his palms:
and perhaps the infinity in laces:
and time there: in the empty space: whistles as if nothing had happened:
or spreads there a large subset of upward rounded penetrations:
and the inevitable rays runs from there
- nobody even excluded: that something haunts there
and there is also the possibility:
that: behind the door to the thirteenth chamber:            only defenseless hinges are

In my view: though:
it resembles the kitchen there -
the old black leaky curtain - the night -
oily hoops and yellowing spots:
the rice and water boils there
and circulates the blue cup with Kumys:
drop of the Milky Way - the only one that watch: