but a signal
of the whale
in the deep
sea of me
he who ate my soul
needs to come up
and spit it out,
he needs to blow
and breathe
and i don't know
which part of me
he will take
for his dive
into this ocean
maybe i should make
a sacrifice
to let him go
in peace
and not so heavy
and i can stay afloat
until i reach this shore
where the apples
fall from branches
in my garden
i still have a lot of work
to do in my garden.
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