All
expectations are false, we are still together.
We drive
through empty streets as if I didn’t exist-
We look up
in the air; it’s the only thing that matters.
Our conduct
has unfortunately not been correct,
There’s
nothing to complain about.
An
artificial wasteland has been created here,
Nothing could
be more natural, but during the pauses
Everyone
gazes. An invisible danger went past.
At last I
arrived; I was beginning to detect it in myself,
I don’t
know, was my soundless cry, I’ve done no harm.
Morning
comes flooding back like an incoming tide,
How persuasive
in its power is the air? I’m standing.
My place in
this world feels the need for contact,
I screamed to
hear no answer; I’d like to close the door.
To repeat, I
really must ask you to stop it.
However
close any stranger might come to you
Don’t be too
sure; restlessness passed on.
Everything
called for haste, wasn’t there something?
Do not
misunderstand the situation, they’re my witnesses,
It was no
dream - I went back to sleep.
Falling from
such a height did no damage, I think
The best
thing would be if we tried to forget.
But at this
point, reflections lingered no more,
This
overworked an exhausted time had abstraction,
There was
nothing else to distract the eye.
Without
being distracted by false whipserings, you believe.
Today it
cannot be denied, I was at a loss for something…
That’s how
it is; I wasn’t going to waste any time.
They do not
know our language, I wanted to sleep,
I find
myself unable to comply with your request.
I can still
recall the sound; I have to be careful,
I repeat, I
felt no desire - I do not share the anxiety.
Poem constructed as I progressed through 'Metamorphosis' by Franz Kafka (cover image below)
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