Premature Awakening

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Premature Awakening

Premature Awakening
A Child"s Confession
The Smell of Morel For my father
Warm Blood
Would You Like Some Water?
Water, oh Yes!
The Great Mother

”I don’t know why
I have a strange feeling
that Judgment Day
is coming nearer every day

and then I got to choose bumps
and shivers creep up my back
and I become disheveled like a long
very long thin thread
full of knots, and I have no patience
to unite them!”

”Then I calm down and unconsciously
return to virtual reality
in a time machine
and continue to play
in flights of fancy

for I don’t know
Mom –
How else am I to survive!”

2018-08-21T17:23:03+00:00 May 10th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 59|0 Comments