He strains against
the burden of his name
strangulating his shadow

heaves and bolts
down the street
cutting corners, gutters'¦

the endless street
ends in a few
giant steps

turns out
a mere clearing
in a crowd

his future becomes
the past reversed
and shadow

nowhere anywhere
nowhere to hide
his faeces.

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