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This silence is my companion now.
I ask: of what did my soul die?
and the silence answers

if your soul died, whose life
are you living and
when did you become that person?

відчуття, наче кожен вірш звідси змінює моє сприйняття реальності

'My soul
shattered with the strain
of trying to belong to earth—

What will you do,
when it is your turn in the field with the god?'

death cannot harm me
more than you have harmed me,
my beloved life

When you fall in love, my sister said,
it’s like being struck by lightning.

She was speaking hopefully,
to draw the attention of the lightning.

I reminded her that she was repeating exactly
our mother’s formula, which she and I

had discussed in childhood, because we both felt
that what we were looking at in the adults

were the effects not of lightning
but of the electric chair.

never want this to end…