THOUGHTS
to write in a second language is always to grow
a separate sequence of grammatical grief
at the failure to express the grave consequences of a meagre life
in the first instance
how to merge the vivid recolllection of dream matter flickering
the quick slides of breathless motion: the colours: the contours
to the creeping constipation of the day
if you believe in maps, do not get lost on a windy day
paper is not a sail to steer the soul by
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