the price you
pay for the years of
patience:
people think that
you should be feared
that your absence is
a festivity
that you are sky
and earth at the same time
that between all these
is an empty space
what you bring is
compassion
and they look to
every pore of your skin
where is the entrance?
where is the exit?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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