Posthumous
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What is when one thought finishes and before the next thought begins.
And the thoughts of the unborn, and the thoughts of the dead.

An old man and a young child in a chorus of slaves.
                                           Nabucco.

I have not seen you in three and five and ten years now,
        and not sure I trace your face very well any more.
You come in my dreams only, 
                   but you leave before I can touch you.
Men in the street remind me of you, 
           but they quickly dissolve into total strangers.

What would your words be father, if you were not departed.
It is spring again father, 
           and red blossoms in the fields of your hometown.

Your presence, your smile,
the coffin, the grave.



Zeitgeist Entsprechen  -in memory of my mother
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To comply with the spirit of the times.
Transitoriness, disintegration, and inner insecurity.

My whole being.
Is defined.
By what is like you.
And what is unlike you.

Your absence.
Dissolves me.



Maria Mother Once Removed 
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Ahead of the rest.
My father's sister.
My second mother.

Spirits of Indians. 
Ancient firewalkers. 
Heraclitus.
Rejoice !

For us, 
the void.

                                            -- Milena Mihail.