Miroslava Odalovic Poems

</>a bottom haunt
each thing sought
brought to naught
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...so let us do
this thing of blue
travel afar
don't leave me ajar
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something beautiful
how to say it
or at least to lie
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dwelling under the desert skin
an underground oasis singing
the song of an unspoken sun
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</>I will beat even if everything else
gives up beating
I will beat even if the last of the worlds breaks down
I will beat even I get killed at the top of a gun
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</>I am a belief bathed in the waters of
the earth
the sky
my own hands
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Who is absent?

With all due respect
the question is rhetorical
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perfectly biscepsed
voice deep and a smile
a smile with a style
rarely educated but regularly oedipified
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</>is the place where no one declaims
'to be or not to be'
there are no actors no text
just instruments
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today or any other day
the less one expects
the less disappointed
one becomes
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