Luis Neer

In an always different place

The hallway should contain a cactus or something

or just leave me be, I don’t know

The sun stares through the ceiling

A shadow reduces a body

to its most crucial gesture

It traverses a grid without objection

I’m not sure if dreams have background music

I’m not sure of background music

In a movie, the music overwhelms the scene

is focal

Music pushes my surroundings

into scenery



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