QuestionsA Poem by Ana B.I
wonder if each man has known The
irreversible alchemy of fear. Does
someone hear the wearied groan Of
the empty vessels we chose to revere?
I
wonder if at least sometimes you can hear My
breath’s tired indignation… Perhaps
you do sense it my dear - My
heart’s tender hesitation…
I
wonder if someone, somewhere has found The
cracks in immortality… Or
is this life completely about the
highlights of the alacrity’s triviality?
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