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Sport 40: 2012

it’s later than you think, laurentia

it’s later than you think, laurentia

this feeling of numbness doesn’t come from
just anywhere, do you remember (say
now) the creature you once must have been
not so long ago and that law laid down
herewith that if we don’t meet each
other right now, laurentia, monday tuesday
wednesday, even if it doesn’t come down
any more to a couple of stowaways
stumbling in, the last surviving wild animals
will without a shadow of doubt be standing
at your bedside leaning up against your soul
(just say today) with their warm breathing,
this good and strange fairy-tale, but mainly
the soul and tomorrow. I have forgotten
this and every single vital daily routine.
but every morning I think of all that lost
time, laurentia, saturday, my extinct my
exquisite creature! (never say saturday,
say rather okapi or piano) when on earth,
laurentia, tell me, will you be back here.