I’d like to feel a weight in me...
to end the infinity, and tie me to earth.
I’d like at each step,each gust of wind...
to be able to say:“Now, now and now”
No longer:“Forever” and “For eternity”.
To lie.
Through one’s teeth.
To be able to enthuse for evil...
to draw all the demons from the passers-by...
and to chase them out into the world.
To be savage.
Or to feel how it is to take off your shoes under the table...
and to wriggle your toes, barefoot, like that...stay alone.
Let things happen.
Keep serious.
I don’t have to beget a child or plant a tree...
but it would be nice, coming home after a long day...
to feed the cat like Philp Mariowe...
to have a fever,
blackened fingers from the newspaper,
To be excited not only by the mind,
but by a meal.
By the line of a neck, by an ear.
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