when it comes
it comes
and i am ready
to go
what place is that
i do not really know
but it is definite
there is no coming back
when will i see you again?
i will never know
you see, i realize
everything has always been
uncertain
what they give us was
exactly the opposite
of what is here with us
everything has always been
an image of what is
and what ought to be
was not what was ever done
you see i am leaving this place
without regret
you see this is not my place
that is not really my house
that is not my garden
and that tree had never been mine
even from the moment
when i planted it as a seed
that flower that i love
i only touch for a while
its petals fall from my fingers
and then what i have is nothing
but a stem and a leaf
and this old ruined self
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