Spells of silence too,
when I listen,
and hear the local sounds,
the world sounds.

There's my life,
why not,
it is one,
if you like,
if you must.

There has to be one,
it seems,
once there is speech,

no need of a story,
a story is not compulsory,
just a life,

that's the mistake I made,
one of the mistakes,
to have wanted a story for myself,
whereas life alone is enough.

I'm making progress,
it was time,
I'll learn to keep my foul mouth shut before I'm done.

No point under such circumstances in saying I am somewhere else,
someone else,
such as I am I have all I need.

Yes,
there are moments,
like this moment,
when I seem almost restored to the feasible.

Then it goes,
all goes,
and I'm far again,
with a far story again,
I wait for me afar for my story to begin,
to end,
and again this voice cannot be mine.

That's where I'd go,
if I could go,
that's who I'd be,
if I could be.