There's always something new
to be found in a life unburdened
by the elaborate veils and shrouds
of excuses and justifications,
the loud authorial voice made
into a whisper, and the voices
on the side of the way from
the life-giving womb to
the grave listened to; lives
build up from their periphery,
from contacts made and forgotten,
unmoored encounters, passing
touches. A shape of life a bit
more real, perhaps, than what
the actor playing the role told,
although in the great hollow
inside echoes ring.
01.04.-15.05. 2024
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