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
Categories:
cathetus, addiction, adventure, art, chocolate,
Form: Blank verse