noon, 2024

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Sad noon,

tragically eternal noon,

you are a living noon!

I will remember a red noon fallen in the grass

I am drawing a noon

I repeat the same noon

I pinch a noon with my two fingers

I kill a noon in the corner with a pointed shoe

this noon I will dream of seeing it fall from the window.

The best I could offer you was this noon,

my poor noon,

I saw you crawling with torn skin

noon in intensive care

noon with oxygen tubes

with cupping glasses on the heart

noon trying to survive

on the 7th floor, noon

two buckets of blood were emptied from a noon.

Why noon?

Because, as Antoinette Angelidi says

noon is when the ghosts come out!