it is a shame
now how love
begs
how age bows
down
into submission
there is a
time for recollection
a posture of
composure
that compassion
you finally lend
to yourself and
then you say
finally
i quit
i shall not
humiliate myself
ever and
ever again
even if it means
getting back into
the house of
shell and be
another hermit
upon a castle of
sand
a dome of
pebbles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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