A Journey Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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Not to run, but to break the ice and the fear
the silence waiting around the corner
the daily parade of the multiple company
breaking with your modern lifestyle, O Mother

no candy, no water, no coffee
and no cuddling, I want vodka with coconut water
and then a dead sleep, though alive
I am, suspected of skin cancer
I break intentions every day -

here and there and beyond the horizon
there are only specialists in expanding Mismatches,
and so I pronounce them Husband and Wife, but
where is the feeling of the world?

I carry the bag of Not in the right hand
and that of the Yes in the sinister hand- hearing that
it is to give to Caesar whatever from cesarean
sections, but exchange a tooth for a tooth,
an eye for an eye, according to King Solomon.