A long silent street
I walk in blackness and i stumble and fall and rise
and i walk blind
my feet stepping on silent stones and dry leaves
Someone behind, also stepping on stones, leaves
If i slow down, he slows
If i run, he runs
I turn ; nobody
Everything dark and doorless
Turning and turning these corners
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me
Where i pursue a man who stumbles
and rises, and says when he sees me : nobody
Octavio Paz
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Thomas Scilipoti
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