afloat. flood of information. Only. Without motion, reaction. Alone, I watch their faces tell me about their lowest depths, they are submerged. Everything disappears. Is it boredom that forgets me? And I imagine, becoming one elsewhere. Once, fill that void. Everything is real, yet so far away. Once, fade away, at the end of the waters. And yet the images scroll by. But I forget, I must be somewhere else. So far away, I must be somewhere else. Is it the one who forgets me? In the space of a time, the moment. I am them, we are there. My last freedom has just left. A gunshot brings me back to their tragedy. The damp smell of the animal. Faithful to the post, behind my trachea. Kneeling. I look without falling. The scrubbed disheveled head. Glassy eyes and curdled blood. Young children collapsed. Hands on the ground. The emptied bodies. Blood spilled, blood spilled. Blood spilled, the sky turned gray. Blood flowed, heads fell. Blood spilled, men ruined. Heads fell and giggled. Glassy eyes and wet bodies. The young children, frightened, look to the sky towards a forgotten dream. Blood, erased blood. On the ground, I collapsed. I imagine, I think of the other somewhere else. Once, this time. Bye. The head, disheveled, scrubbed. Eyes, empty and desperate. The hands, dead, inanimate. Blood, blood. Flow.

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