The contacts between this and the outer world snap away
On the other side of the door it is a different world
And on this side yet another different world
Though a relation exists
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A void
Very much in the shape of a zero
That appeared after a slug’s entry and exit
The whole night takes shelter there
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I cannot keep without stirring
Nor I Can be inanimate
A move may yield a few drops of honey
But most of the times
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Nothing is required to write a poem
No great industry nor grandiose implements are necessary
Enough is one sound, a glance, one syllable, one foot,
A dropping leaf, an air borne blade of grass, one movement, one snapping
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I am an old books seller
What can I say if you ask me what do I want
All these books are mine yet not mine
I am there in all these books,
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