For a few wonderfully sweet moments, I felt
the elation of virtuous preparation printing a
new 161 page document & while numbering
pages carefully, preparing a file to keep 'em
in: but, time to start the job; I hesitate while
treasuring expectations of a new work ethic
Without boredom of cold reality - or lack of
interest in Dutch court documents marring
an ideal-beauty-perspective debating if I'd
seek mystic guidance endowing moments
with more meaning, or to try finding music
sublime enhancing the usually bland office
Atmosphere with aesthetics not inherent in
office lore: wondering why singing voices
seem to screech "Think Of Me" (Phantom
of the Opera) , so maybe our mood colours
perspective such that quality of art & music
keeps changing as we laugh & frown - but
No more introspection: time to dive in the
icy water of Dutch legal documents, turn
today into a dark hole swallowing meaning
until only sadness, loss and tragedy is left
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem