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Monday, August 26, 2013

A difficult time

A difficult time

This world a stonemill
grinding,
noisy,
inhospitable

A whiff of silence
under a street lamp,
my heaven,
my harbour
tonight


Black and white
are no colours
but merciful poles
of the same light,
covering mistakes
and treasures

Loss of memory
and sufficient shadow
make life
more sufferable,
food for the soul

I steer along
by experience.
I learnt to do
without thinking,
even talk

Somebody talks,
and I don’t know
if I listen.
So much talk
kills my awareness

Now
I will go into the night
Trying to save
myself

in sleep

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