To rescue his truth, he spoke a thousand lies.
Finally he could no longer recall what he wished to save.
Others,before going to bed, put their shoes
in the closet; most people, the simpler ones,
put them under the bed; some, more infrequently,
put them on the chair; yet all, without exception,
died one day or another (or at night).
One pair of ladies' shoes, white, has been left
in front of an open window. The air blows gently.
The long white curtain touches them every so often.
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