Modern – by Juan M.S.

You don’t sleep I don’t sleep,

the tacit stars, warm night of April,

glazed dancing eyes

that spoke in reveries

about you, your modern

ways the manners

in which you’re different

but so oppressingly similar

to some modernist thought I once had

about you.


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