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Fragil

The dusk sky is indistinct and softly mean,
and a young man
lies limp and unspooled on a sofa,
staring at a black screen.
It's Saturday, and the little LED
blinking several yards away
is his only company.
Between them you could fit a muy grande family!

If you were way up there in a helicopter,
circling that blank glass tower,
and you hovered in real close,
you could see that man
slide up-and-over the sofa to the floor,
and lie face-down, arms by his sides,
hidden from that massive, blank TV.
Finally.