Because it is part of me

(poem 3 of 32)

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Because it is part of me
The I widens and contains it too
I have no idea what this is, where the dusty road leads to
In the end, there is a house which can absorb all that ---
And holds the tears

In the middle of the table a flame burns
Blue-violet-white-orange
It purifies the room ---
I tend the garden, turn the soil -
Meaning the soul - form it newly

This should be destroyed, that should be built
And erect a hedge or a wall and small windows, open and flooded cells.
Darkness leaves me. I am promised.
I have promised myself once more.
(These were a few stumbling stones)