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Victor Havel
Poems
Apr 2020
Poem 1
My ankles transport me to work
Work on nothing
Nothing
A moth directs itself to light
Direction
Nothing
Who is this life for, anyway?
Some-thing or some thing?
Things someone thought about and it seemed right at the time
Nothing can beget nothing
No thing is possible without hope
The thing I want most is to be a wire.
I chose a generic title to avoid any predisposed ideas of what the poem is about...
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Written by
Victor Havel
48/M/New Orleans, Louisiana
(48/M/New Orleans, Louisiana)
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