And...Not For The Covering - 5 (Cycle) I Am Passing... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

for you all
innocently and casually,
I am already changing the subject.

I am passing it, invariably,
so dully and enough.
every day.

like with destiny.
I failing to meet, anyhow
with the gibbering of living,

quickly I am passing
because I am passing
each other unremarkably

kind of so well, and comfortably
a silence, and after all,
I already feel the time

It's good that I am
on a first-name basis with trees.
I will help to hum,

and what's more to sing,
how it will be necessary.
I am now, just right,

by the passing place.
I am passing each other,
in no way,

as every man quickly.
I am passing...
quietly...

and I will pass...
quietly.
not yet time (?)

how the time will come...
everyone we are making
our way in one direction.

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Cycle devoted to my dead friend from youthful years - JN