WHAT DO I EXPECT?
what do I expect, now
when I don’ t expect anything, anymore?!
I carefully counted
all my malformations
all my helplesnesses
and I happily gathered
my entire misfortunes
in my soul
what do I expect?
the waste, the loneliness
the ragged and cobwebbed
remains of the puzzle
the infections, the mud, the slag, the confusion
kept me warm, stifled me
and yet …
and yet …
now
when I don’ t expect anything
what do I expect??
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ReplyDeleteDorin presents another of his poetic paradoxes: when I don't expect anything, what do I expect? The answer is not "nothing."
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