Watch the water
Fill these rooms
The cities
The sunrise
Pass the past
The years gone by
The words I’ve written
Laid out to die 
Life and death
Come hand in hand
Mixed with all the other sands
You will find
the extraordinary
With the familiar
A few feet from your room
There she lies
The erotic
The unseen
The new
Inside
The familiar
The illusion
Of what we have here
Folded between
The lie of certainty 
Life and death
Come hand in hand
With all the other sands
We didn’t die suddenly
We died slowly
Breakfast to lunch-
Day by day-
Little by little-
Until the hours turned to minutes-
And we were left with the check-
Try to leave it all behind
All the less
All the truth
All the shadows
All we leave behind
The rooms filling with water
Let it be enough
What kind of writer
Am I?
What kind of lover?
What kind of human ?
Cover to cover
Change will come to you
It’s just outside the room
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Regarding Samuel 