On Privacy


When they lop off my head

erase every god damned word

When they mop up all the blood

one thing will remain —

the fact I was heard.


The mind moves and nobody knows

this alone, salvation

A light goes on yet nothing shows.

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One Response to “On Privacy”

  1. Cristina

    Salvation. And damnation. Of and to solitude. Our existence is. Eventually.
    * the last line is incredibly beautiful and true…

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