I remained still listening to the silent song,
a coda to eternity on a text that I never wrote
because I remained attentive to living day after day, slightly dirty with infinity 
hoping for a story that time could never make
And stop the wind inside a breath, I was naked to seem a little more real
I wandered on foot like a bird and then once tired I flew like a man
I showed those who couldn't see the rainbow running as if I were a train
to imagine a load of feathers, and imagine staying still
to turn off that darkness inside me in order to illuminate myself
/>as I had never succeeded in waiting for the sun
And stopping the wind within a breath, I was naked to seem a little more real
I wandered on foot like a bird and then once tired I flew like a man
I gave the thirsty sea a drink, hovering and then letting myself go
Imagining a table of feathers and imagining being a man

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