Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Dorin Popa writes

women pass through my neuroses

they quickly light a candle each
and in their uncertain light
the instant is then revired:
I am my brother once again!

hurriedly, they interlard my body
with possible deaths
: could I fly for good

out of my wild despair?

women pass.
then everything  relapses.

  The Angel of Advent -- Sulamith Wulfing

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