photos by Zoe Grindea
A Thought Before Correction
There’s another dimension where I am who I am
And did not go astray to my formal self
And the words that I wrote are not detached in a floating breadth
And I can sit down and write straight from the gut
And I’m joined and bound to the words with a stern bond
Which are from a seed I sowed.
And they’re original and faithfully express my truth
And I’m not disturbed by tasks given me
And I don’t lose my way, but become lost
In order to find new territories and stretch borders
And invent my own true reflection.
I am who I am and do not betray myself.
And I count the times
And they’re written in my dialect
And I’m not lost to myself
And I know the truth
With my five senses. And it is not written in the stars.
Or in the books—except those I wrote.