i do not mind if
you are away and i do not know where you are
if you wait if i ask that will be a waste of time and you know it
as you know myself too well
when you come back, if ever you change your mind,
i am still myself in the same house, same stairs, same room
i spin, and i am spinning, not silk, not ideas,
i move with time unceasingly
as always, i am expelling all cares, all loves, all hate,
all indifference
i am not from here. And you cannot own me.
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