My First Pass-Word Poem by Atef Ayadi
My First Pass-Word
of course, it is my house.
it is all open.
two door and no keys yet.
except,
i can lock it
from the inside.
i do not that really for whatever reason
imaginable.
i am sure
if yo
imagine all the imaginable's
like any ruthless, worthless, and rough child,
i still keep it open,
for non local imaginations.
it is better from the south.
i mean, way south,
or anywhere below the
twenty longitude line.
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