A Knot On The Rope Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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Landar, a legendary psychic hermit, is a nervous guy,
Irritated, neurasthenic to the knife handle, to the cow's ass.

Believe me, he wanted to kill me for the simple fact
that I, lightly drunk in the grocery store, had
forgotten open the fly - they saved my skin.
And no more greeting me, no more drinking

with me, only with few more with few,
has become stern, now, what has happened to man
which is now another kind of bug, already another kind of Beast?

How does a psychology turn into a psychopathology
of everyday facts, giving ourselves away? How is it that
do the paths suddenly become broken?