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I’m starting to see how the other

isn’t me. And even more to understand

how the other keeps excesses

of myself.

My effort to go beyond the image

traverses what escapes me when

printing your light.

Residue of voices I still listen

despite it being left somewhere

outside the framed photo.

From this noise, echo of words

and pauses that repeat ad infinitum.

Amidst hate and love, I am

what I managed to do

with my missed encounters

and asymmetric waves.

A struggle to stay still

feeling the gaze