in that hostel in praha
battered by the rain
we threw our privacy to the puddles
and watched our reflections
bend and bleed and blur
doused in the setting sun
in those bricks older than all of us
eroded by a world war
we favoured anything adoaptorless
and postcards stamped but pictureless
keep these untouched churches
to yourself, we thought
we'll have our cameras
stolen in sexy berlin subway cars
just to preserve that light
creeping up under the floorboards
because some things
should never be captured
ever
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