Mad Mirrors - Part C (85) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

UNTITLED
QUOTE: On the table: the black bread. Inside it: hands. The ones that sowed, harvested, baked. I am not alone. - N. Vrettakos
QUOTE: Human solitude: our thoughts feed the feeling of our loneliness - Buddhism

On the table: the black bread.
Inside it: our hands sleep.
Only our thoughts are so awake,
So alone.


UNTITLED
QUOTE: The poet- he shape is the poem. He creates it and is created every moment - N. Vrettakos

I know no longer
Who writes whom:
I- my poems,
Or the poems- myself.


UNTITLED
QUOTE: What he never understood was that another layer of life was formed inside him- a layer hardened by pain - N. Vrettakos

What I never realized
Is that my body is so permeable.
That inside it,
A second body grew:
Soft, liquid as tears.


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From Mad Mirrors C