My house has bells
against sleep-passion, everywhere
where there is a hand
to press the button
The light stays on
there are no blindfolds
We are awake
of fatigue, fighting
against the gloom of the rut
and the shriveling of everything
So much to be experienced
and there is always more
within reach, if you slalom shrewdly
and do not attract the attention
of righteous people
with a show
The curtains closed
against envy and criticism
The loot is captured
the bells are waiting
Poem 4324 Amsterdam, 2022-02-21 The vices of men come down to men being not realistic Invidia (envy) and gula (gluttony, not fulfilling obligations) Collection:Local contractions Keyword:Gluttony