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With Eyes Turned Inside Out
Bigoted revenge botched up its Caesar yet again. Nothing new
under the sun indeed. Instead of the seven deadly sins, the silent
demonstrators held on to depression the longest,
their only property and,
laying down their banners demanding a state of rights, turned tail
in the surrounding hostility, their boon companion, anger,
lost along the way.
Still, as of old, they keep laughing at themselves
when among friends. The one
with the loudest laughter is an actor, recently diagnosed
with lung cancer.
Open a book and point at a word! Try to combine its letters into
meaningful words. What meaningful means, consensus
will tell you. Come
to terms with yourself! Talk terms! Or gaze at the trams in the
September sun. The city has its moving mirrors
carried around, statues of
the same unaging eyes for two hundred years: life in the mirror
is youth’s disease. But you want to get cured. Cured of the age that
will not admit how private and political pathology overlap.
You carry two worlds within. Take long walks at night. You are