No tak, kim jestem bez ciebie.

Filozofem takim jak każdy.

                                    Czesław Miłosz

 .

Words

In my alien tongue

Alight, enlight

Without remorse

 .

Despair or perish

in an accustomed bout

 .

Of great expectations

Or whatever disgrace

At a bend in the river

Un-had

Surely, something that I should have…

(colonially unhinged, though, how to decide

on this engagement – legitimate? – misappropriated?)

Never heard a splash of water of Sargasso sea

 .

No wonder, then,

I believe

That

I inhabit silences

With much more, shall we say,

Contentment?

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