Decency

The decency.


With relation to the horizon I am a walking vertical.

I justify it by standing in a line of the same lines

near a coffee boot.

I will certainly be punished for behaving differently

from the ideal of straightness.

I pretend not to understand that

'there' coffee is not sold.

Closeness.

I am a cathetus that exists

in relation to location and time.

I justify myself by

the fact that it is the 21st century now,

and the ideal of a straght line is standing in a line for coffee.

The presence.

I don't imagine myself out of the lexeme 'to be'.

'not being' is not an antonym to it.

I finally don't get to decide about my accidental neighborhood.

I justify it only by the fact that

I am just a shadow of the substance

conditioned by false random light.  

(c) Ana Nomaren

Translated into English by Maryna Tchianova . Written by Ana Nomaren (a poet) in Kyiv, Ukraine
Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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