Oblivion Poem by Katerina Val

Have we forgotten
the things we never wanted?
Have we sunk
in the deep cold water
of oblivion
of languidness

And aren't we yet cold
with all these hypocrisies, lame pretensions, all the lies
and another one broken pole
we are growing weirdly old
observing our skin
as it shrinks
as it is dried
as it takes us in

Everybody wants to feel free
Or needs
but each one of us waits for the day
that he will finally meet it
the shivering
the timid but stentorian touch
of the air
that wandered around our hats
and never stays in

Caging it
keeping it in
before we forget
trapping it in
for (because) we need desperately to not forget
to not regret
our chosen freedom
footing on our sensitivity