The End from the Beginning
I stalk birds for days. I learn to fly from them.
I'm learning how to be an associate with the wind.
I'm slowly losing the past. I stop remembering where I came from.
Engaging in the game of separating space from space,
Soon I won't know if I'm quite there!!
Such hasty systems, as a person, worn quite seriously.
It seems to me that the time has come
To go into the flying mode,
And to touch with my lips
The membrane between the end and the beginning.
Miroslav Mika Antić
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