LAND AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE
And then the curtain
rises, the small word EXIT reassures us.
Once again you concentrate
on the wrong things, at a distance you even
make me think
of someone else. With that cigarette dangling from your mouth,
a travel guide
in your left hand, your weapon in your right. Suspicious, so
much attention
to detail. Is all that reverence in place? How far does your
echo carry? Our
urge to look exceeds all expectations, but that’s
nothing for you
to worry about, it’s not your fault, you standing there
like that, the
distance exposed: the image can’t be thought away.
Was something
due to happen? Or is it already over, the finger on the trigger,
the convoluting
smoke – you think to yourself I can’t have done that, I
simply can’t have done
that. All that empty suspicion, shaped of the
sort of stuff, in a past
long-gone, that dreams were made of.
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