lesson of numbness

[…] the old man smiled toothlessly to me
and i smiled back,
with my thoughts away.

in a dead angle
laid,
in a blessed state of ecstasy,
a pile of thoughts,
waiting for the right second to blink.

“i’m not talking to them now”
said the old man,
“you see, if i lift the glass,
i can look at them through its bottom
like through a thick lens,
and they appear smaller…
and when smaller
they don’t dare to disturb
my unwakefulness…
maybe some other time…”

i didn’t have the heart
to point to him
the rascal mut
which was striving, under his chair,
to chew on one of his old shoes […]

 

 

© Liliana Negoi

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