The Open Door Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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She lives in the most absolute solitude
your unique joy is to be as you are:
free of people who talk too much, of weak bias
plowed in misguided anguish
which is the acumen of so many mistaken creatures
to the point where they know nothing of their own navel
of one's own mouth and one's own ears
and so she sees herself in the most legitimate silence
in agrarian or urban terrain it gets along well
making deaf ears to assets and liabilities
to what was much and what was little -
while alive.



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