I was reading a book.
Something about an explorer getting lost in a unforgiving desert…
and then some awful lot of artificial incidents connected to a lousy string.
I had to throw it away in the dustbin.
But as the time passed I felt bad for the words…I felt I have done something horrible.
So I took it out of the trashcan and started reading again,
this time somehow I found the endurance…I completed the book and kept it in the shelf.
I succeeded as a reader but I failed miserably as a poet.
But it’s alright I will have a boat ride next morning to the blazing heart of a turbulence.

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Photograph: Mina Loy.