What has all this done to me?
Who's left here a dried cadaver now
till next morning
to rise again
a smiling fool only to travel
and live the working day
and a day of various affiliations
to end a dried cadaver again?
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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