22 December

He left me today

Long long ago

I did not know him

Back then

Then on

As if I know him

Now

Now on

He left me

To be

Me

Today

His parting lips lisped

Lisping on my name

He returned to me today

Long way back

Back in the on

Alternation

Never to understand

The chants of that old beggar

As if reciting from some older epic, long lost

My classes take me away from him

Away, far away from this unclean station

There I go, to my lecture platform

I Wait for the day when I can sound like him

Upright from my lecture-platform of

Enchantment.

I wait for that radical day of leakage

When the blank haunt will no more

Give the shivers.

That will be my best lecture

The rest handpicked by the worst

In the melting crust inside his nose...