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Some sentences are like that
Like losing the aim
when aiming weapons.
Some dreams are like that
Like crossing the tracks
of the train leaving the station.
***
Poets are like that
Having faith in dreams
creating oceans and storms
on paper.
Throwing one or two slogans
into the wind
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The State is like that
It may pass a bill
banning the movement of the wind
It's not the dark and dangerous night.
It's not the burning summer noon.
It's an indecisive evening, pendulum-like.
It's not the word that creates sensation.
It's not the empty paper that lies in silence.
It's a memory, the touch of a tear absorbed,
an island.
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It may be poetry,
it may be dreams on the march,
a journey reaching its point of departure.
The first words of a love letter
remembered at its conclusion
by signature.
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It's not the frozen stillness of ice.
It's not the melting of mountains.
It's the torture of a torch suspended
before conclusion.
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It's not the world roamed on the Web.
It's not the movement of fingers on a keyboard
come to a stop.
It's a situation like the blackening screen
after turning the computer off.
Clouds gather in the sky
like prohibited memories.
Like the sword of darkness
cutting the moon –
every cry of a soldier fallen
in the rain of bullets
roars: war.
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Lies stuffed in gun barrels
become banners in the news,
convenient murders legalized.
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The double tongue of law
we're not to question.
But blind government
has a nightmare –
a million voices chanting
the song of resistance.
Time won't expire time after time.
The monitor cannot display
the contents of a virus-infected disk.
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Moon, oh Moon.
Won't you excuse me
for ignoring your light
as I was passing through the streets.
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Letting days go by
before recognizing
dawn and dusk,
spring shedding leaves
like autumn.
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Moon, oh Moon.
Won't you excuse me
for ignoring
the glittering stars around you
as I was busy
gathering words
in a sleepless night.
English
translation by Panyala Jagannath Das, with some minor revision
by Johannes
Beilharz
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