There's nothing more boring I think
than watching those spider-fine
cracks in the ceiling thin out and change
and I almost tell you but don't,
how they sometimes look like a city map
of Athens, say, or Rome where a stranger
touches me in the subway,
and sometimes they are brambles
surrounding the castle where I sleep inviolate.
Inviolate. I like that word.
Maybe we should paint I think.
A color palette appears above your shoulder
I almost mention it but don't.
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