let us have a toast
of the finest
wine
let us cheer ourselves
about
the latest news
the latest development
of our mind
now hardened
to death
of expectations
how we learned
to live
without anything at all
our bare selves
undressed some more
now stripped
of every treasure
we begin to love
nature
we begin to believe
about the
power of starting
from scratch
to know that to
touch
we simply have
to rub our hands
to know that to
see well enough
we need to
close our
eyes and see
the intricacies
of darkness
to know that speak
so well
we need so much
silence
to know that to hear
we must figure
what was not spoken
that to be us
we must forget ourselves
that in irony
lies the strength of our
simplicity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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