Ant Hill
Here in the bracket
a thousand destinies seem juggled
as dice within a too big box—
and I am one of them.
Whichever way I move
my thought is counted.
There is no number here
that does not help to write the end.
Louise Louis
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Quixotic Birds
What travesty is this that so sincere
we let our hearts be stoned with silent fear
till we are caged like some quixotic birds.
Confined by our so knotted twine of words.
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