The Vision

Here it is – my book of poetry With all its sadness and joy With all my confessions So tender and so cruel Its second edition would never be released It would be laughed at and misunderstood It would be thrown into attics or basements It would be torn and destroyed But what does it matter? I am asking myself, writing the final verse What does it matter? With a sudden intensity, As if I saw it clear for a moment, I wrote the last word and it was done! Finished! Yes, I though, experiencing Extreme fatigue and extreme satisfaction- I have had my ?wn vision!