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It is this ordinary Tuesday
that has slid by today

over familiar activities, normal
routine

it is the talk about the weather
before I quickly get on again

it is the way it goes, life
Here I am, without a sash

realizing in homeliness
how pale my skin is

under the cotton black
that has no depth and

no gold-stitched thoughts
I'm just sitting, in the evening

and nothing has happened today
Did I live? Do I miss something?

Or is it this, this silence
before I go to sleep?

Poem 1391
Amsterdam, 2017-06-04

Collection: Lilith's Powers 
Keyword: Illusions: see through 
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