AFTER HETA

The words have lost all

meaning except that

to fill the silence, fill

the empty spaces that tell

(in silent scream, in anger)

with greater force than

any spoken words, than

any written words of

what happened and what

will be now, how

it will be now, until

the end, until the

that of the ends

which is mine. How

many ends already,

how many more

before that end,

before that end?

(How many

more absences

in the fabric of existence

before that end?)

20.01.2018