90: coma, interlude 19


I saw two small wasps
having sexual intercourse
on my balcony wall,

but not much happened
in the periods following.
I grew ill, I had difficulty
perceiving clearly
whether it was on the wall
or not on the wall,
the shape of my hands,
Lucy sounds,
as she passed here and there,
with her quiet Lucy sounds,
sometimes in the dark,
as I lay unsleeping,
unwaking, the world turning
under me.

the streets stayed quiet.
I went weaker and withdrew.
The world at the edges grew blurry.
Blinking, the lids wend slower
down and up. And I waited.

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