Poetry in an impermanent world

An impermanent world

Louis Gehrig

Have you been cured?

Or do you think you're cured?

I once told myself.

start from scratch

I can't take anything with me.

But can you still love anyone?

When I feel safe, I can love.

But will you touch anyone?

I once told myself.

If I have nothing,

The world can't touch me.

In the bathtub, I check my body.

We are expected to do so.

Where's your face?

Your face in the mirror?

I am full of vigilance: when I touch myself,

I can't feel anything.

Are you safe?

I'm never safe, even if I hide it very tightly.

Even though I'm waiting.

So you can't protect yourself?

That's absolute

Corrosion; egocentric

Borders, walls, are being eroded

If I have been waiting, I will.

Invaded by time.

But do you think you are free now?

I think I recognize the type of my nature.

But do you think you are free now?

I have nothing.

I still changed.

Like a suit, my numbness

It was taken away. then

Plus desire.