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Apr 2020
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...
Written by
Victor Havel  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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