day 8

H

Happy is the world with individuals,
who pretend as if, the world revolves around them.
I and I
could not agree
eventually
it seems to me.
Happy is the abyss with crowded souls,
who pretend as if, they have to repeat their punishments
till eternity
till when?
Till and music could agree
but one must meet his or her end
I and I
could agree
anyway
it seems to me
Happy is the purgatory with nameless saints,
who pretend as if, they can float without blame
infinitely so
so infinitely benign
it actually irritates.
How?
It's not enough to imagine oppositions.
We have to suppose there are in between-s.
How banal.
Happy are the novelists,
who pretend as if, they invent new words.
infinity in finite forms.
don't waste our time
I'm sorry I wasted your time.
H.
It's better unspoken.