INVOCATION Poem by Vrouwkje Tuinman
INVOCATION
There has to be a country where you're not required
to sit around in circles holding plates of whipped cream.
A place where the bored, those who do not recognise themselves
in themselves, can just become someone else.
You choose a date of birth, not for celebrating
but only in order to decipher what is written in the stars
a decade from now. Nothing is finished. No candles blown out.
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