Wretched Notions - Poem by Mimoza Ahmeti
In a solitary space you composed,
I cross inertia in your company,
Into my space composed of me,
As into a town from which all have just fled
With an absolute conviction of no-return
(something which, I know, is unlikely to happen.)
Poised in the air, beyond any relevance,
For the miserable and magnificent reason
That I no longer have senses.
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