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Today
Today, if nothing happens,
this will be enough.
If the sky turns blue
and the cat uncurls,
or the clouds stay gray
and I never leave my chair,
this is a day of fulfillment,
another day of epitaph:
"In his life
he didn't do much.
But what he didn't do
was a lot."
I Lay Down My Sword
I lay down my sword.
Perhaps I will write more.
I will lay down my sword
and let my head
fall back against the wall ‒
if I travel too fast
how shall I ever arrive?
There’s a story
of a man, panicked,
running through the fog,
running through the fog so fast
he never saw
there was no fog at all.
He had panicked because
he had left his sword behind.
I shall give mine away.
Or bury it.
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