Watchman

 

Watchman is ticking life.
Watchman is drunk bird.
His chicks eat his breath.

A watchman’s bird will go
Like all birds from nests
In breath or from breath.

He is now room with bird.
Without , he will be space
Like bird without the nest.

Everyone’s room is mine.
When my own bird goes
He and I are same space.

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