As he lay though dead
On that cold grey veranda with his guitar
He crossed his mind not to remember
The hard time of his life
His wet cheeks of fear and white wishes
The coldness blessing his skin Iceland
Shivering, he welcomes electric current raids
Through head and toes an permitted
A sip and another by the drainage for lunch
Mangoes by the research farm for dinner
He said a prayer of thanks for the day’s meal
Hoping tomorrow would be magically by a hotel
Curving like in his unknown mothers womb
Placing his hands by his chest to stop the pain
And give him self warmth to imaginations
I bet he wished for a miraculous blanket
Beautiful dark brown boy so innocent from the start
Now half asleep in his twenty year old like clothes
Maybe he wondered whether it would shine or rain or
How he would survive that day next after that night
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