The Twitching of the Twig

The Twitching of the Twig

07.09.2019 23:23

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What I call the Chinese calmness is rather
a failure of quietude,
a deed before knowledge,
or the absence from life of something
which gives it its flavor.

The streets are empty unless
they are named and numbered,
the pains of recovery
are never paid back by the trove,
words are exiled until
they learn how to wear their meanings,
we can only breathe properly
in the land of our nascence,
the divining twitch,
the divining twig,
the ecstatic swoon
of divining.