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Prior To Departure
Tr. Ilya Bernstein
I have a dream that I will not have time
to connect the words, that I will not depart.
Laocoon leans over the serpent and
engages in private conversation.
He persuades and conjures it. He says:
"What do the children have to do with it?"
Since then, the waves have not stopped
beating. Since then, the winds have not stopped blowing.
"What do I have to do with it?" The grip of fate
grows tighter, steeper, closer to the pit.
And the dream torments me, like asthma,
and turns the sky into stone.
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