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Dead day

There's much you can want
and know, but it is nothing

when you stayed awake

Yes sun, yes food, what else
but sounds I canít tolerate

let alone that I have any energy

for love or a performance
that brings the day to life

the dead day of being too tired

for myself and the world
Time is going so slowly

while something has to change

Whatever I do, I am tired
Lying is still the best

dreaming with closed eyes

to be fit, do what I want
with nice clothes on
Amsterdam, May 7th, 2018
Poem 1754
Translation of poem 1753. Dode dag (May 7th, 2018)
Collection  Slow circles