One hour after noon
in C2 room
Jasmine makes a tonless reading
Nobody listens
Today
I choose the Farewell to Arms'
final chapter
forty one
The last extract is alive
one more time:
"Every thing was gone inside me.
I did not think.
I could not think...
Please, please, please, dear God,
make her not die."
Yesterday
Just the same words passed through myself
Nobody knows

A city
   fulls of lights,
a clean place,
its inhabitants have all the leisure
Everyone has a temporary remission
All remains in expectation

I understand
I have life to live
I ought to make good memories
(With No Remorse)

when everybody knows everything
yet
none feels a thing

to spell incorrectly:
utterances, circumstances,
suggestions, assumptions,
routine...
But the terror:
to state Button as Bottom!

In the group,
but not of it,
I am about to lose
my sense of belonging—
I almost lost my good sense
of balance.