GARDENING

It was a bitter trial

I don’t know how many steps I still need to take to step out of the chaos

maybe the emptiness is good

without the witchcraft and darkness lurking

without anything particularly interesting

maybe the nenufares

in the barrel

are better

than all that

deadly

luxury

and the ambitions of the dead.

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The Verge

If I could understand why my mind sways
why it is not satisfied with surface existence
creating mystery and mischief
illegalities
why it is not real in spiritual emptiness
why it needs danger and complications
adventures on the London bridge
the night
the kiss
on the verge of the Tamise

why
can’t it concentrate deeply
on cooking in the domestic cauldron
why my mind
flies
to your lips