IMPOSSIBLE TO MOVE - Poem by Dan Coman
i'm impossible to move, there is nothing inside me
still I'm impossible to move with the force of only one man.
like a massive piece of living-room furniture.
like anything that means nothing in itself.
but i talk. i talk until the skin of my cheeks bursts.
i never stop talking.
all my force gathers like a spring inside my mouth
and mercilessly beats out sound after sound. phrase after phrase.
nobody ever seems to get tired of understanding nothing of what I say.
nobody seems annoyed because there's nobody left.
that's how I was born. straight out of the ground impossible to move
directly with words outside mine. exactly like this.
like anything else that means nothing in itself.
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