Between what I see
and what I say,
between what I say
and what i keep silent,
Between what I keep silent
and what I dream,
between what I dream
and what I forget:
It slips
between yes and no,
says:
What I keep silent,
keeps silent,
what I say,
dreams
what I forget.
It is not speech:
it is an act.
Poetry
speaks and listens:
it is real.
And as soon as I say
it is real,
it vanishes.
Is it then more real ?
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