Sediment

A poem

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You do not know; you cannot know for sure

If you ever will write next time.

Or even if you will write again.

Maybe later, later may be

Your gut will tell you —

Always your gut —

That you don’t know,

And cannot know for sure

That your imagination has its own geology.

Layers of the past you will remove

Between the drawers.

Your words,

Invisible cities,

Don’t make it hollow while you dig strong.

The weight of dirty dust and layers,

Where we only can guess

The word.

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