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Through stumbling mistakes,

and various versions of re-take,

gradually (hopefully), we become

whatever best edition of us is possible,

in this imperfect time and place.

               

(To be continued…)

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Living a lie for so long,

it becomes true.

Living a lie for so long,

it becomes you.

 

(To be continued…)

©SvetlanaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

I *don’t* want to believe,

in malicious aliens, monsters, ghosts,

or similar things.

I want to be able to sleep again.

 

(To be continued…)

©SvetlanaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Sunbathing_ Jurmala, Latvija, 2010

“The world doesn’t revolve around you,” she said, sighing.

“No,” I replied, “The world revolves around an evil, heaving, ball of gas and chaos which, sooner or later, is going to kill everyone, yet, regardless, they worship it.”

“You think too much,” she frowned, condescending pity.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Temporality passes,

by definition they imply,

but this denies the pain

that seems everlasting.

This “thing” passes?

Maybe, but as far as I remember,

it’s all I’ve ever known.

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Prison_ Chain Gang

I didn’t,

I wouldn’t,

I shouldn’t,

I doesn’t.

… Beyond tense,

but not beyond tension.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat