The Difference ~ Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Do not let me fall in love with you, dear

Difficult because the difference perceives
objectively, never ... survival counts

never discount first impressions, the mind
observes how what remains hidden ... deceives
trust not the appearance ... the impression

lonely as a cloud, I wandered ... renounce
every idea that comes to mind, I find
trouble finds me easily ... what to do

make me an instrument of discretion
everywhere there is peace ... I have good taste

forget how young you are, how old I am
as there is no time left ... no time to waste
let me be young ... not a dead, closed, steamed clam
let me just die in your arms ... not a clue

in the world as to why ... a lonely cloud
never to know, understand the meaning

lapses of memory ... I am alive
only, I do not know ... under a shroud
versions of the story ... already dead
evidence in the bin ... solvent cleaning

windows to see outside better ... I dive
into the depths of the ocean, a trench
traps clouds from wandering too far ... unread
how words create meaning as conjectures

yet, the way the world works ... I do not know
obey or disobey the rules ... lectures
understood as logical, film a crow

descend on a man seated at a bench
each time the crow sees the man, angry caws
address the man in a mask ... he aggrieves
reason ... giving the crow no time to pause

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