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GUEST POET // Nina Mercep : Unsowing and Unsewing

Are we at that point yet?

When all glass houses shatter

And bubbles burst on the spikes at the perimeter

And we begin the way through to the end

The end of our own undoing.

Are we there yet? I ask it, fidgeting

My question cycles back to me echoing

So it’s time for the gates to open

They must before freezing over

No excuses as we go

Let’s reach this end, let’s usher it in

With our own hands

We swim in destiny

And we get out, refreshed

🎨/📷 by Dorothea Tanning, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, 1943


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