Now that your poems
don't sing of me
no need to choose colors carefully
And if your poems
don't remember me
I'll find my way home severally
Why leave the gate ajar
if your poems are not for me
Why save foolish parchment scraps
that ramble on philosophically
Why even rise at dawn
or paint up prettily?
Why chemistry, mythology?
Rather, if not for me
Let there be no poetry
If not for me
let there be no university
no history…
Aye, let there be no history!
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