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Blind faith
Του μέλλοντος η μέρες στέκοντ’ εμπροστά μας
σα μια σειρά κεράκια αναμένα —
χρυσά, ζεστά, και ζωηρά κεράκια.
Κωνσταντίνος Καβάφης
What a catastrophe; we are made
for ease, & nice times
when change stays away
& unjust fate just passes us by
encouraging me not to succeed
denying me the hindrances
of trivial habits, like breathing,
and small-mindedness, and indifference
on a cold winter’s day
i sit here typing with cold fingers
what a bad day to give in,
to let go and just give in,
to small indifferences, fate,
what a horrible day she is having
working in a cold warehouse
she feels like letting go and giving in,
but there are children to support
and rent to pay. I think of Kavafy
in Alexandria, at least he was warm..
What a disaster,
getting dressed in the cold
this morning
dream of beautiful women
flocking, like wild geese,
to travel endlessly
unfixed by hormones…
