In the dark night, 21:59,
listening to a video about
the tomb of Thutmose II,
waiting the coffee to drop,
writing this poem about
a moment to be lost
in time, a moment of no
great importance, but
for now it's everything
there is, before the coffee
drops, the video ends,
the poem ends, and
the night goes on.
05.03.2025
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