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Parallelism

thought about writing

1 min lectură·6 februarie 2008

Mediu

I scratched a word on the window

for the simple fact that I thought

I could escape my mind,

and as reward, a piece of glass

stabbed my ears

I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t hear

I felt asleep under a book;

when I woke up, the blood from my veins

had vanished, leaving behind just tracks …

words with no sense,

words with no connection –

it was like a puzzle.

The wolves of my consciousness

were roaring for food,

the noise was so harsh,

that I had to feed them with words …

My last words were done,

I remained a poor man

But, to save my life, I gave them

the books from my library

Now, it’s just me with the wolves …

breathing the same time, the same space,

and sensing – two different dimensions!

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Marius Surleac. “Parallelism.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/marius-surleac/poezie/1766890/parallelism

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