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‘A Non-existent Poem’


I am not


What I see,

What I feel,

What I think

Does not exist.


Clouds our minds,

Clouds our eyes,

Clouds our hearts.

Each of us

Has a distinct vision

Of what there is,

It’s never the same.

It does not exist.

We are

Creating our own stories,

Creating our own worlds,

Creating ourselves.


‘The Apple’

It was the beginning

It will be the end

It’s all the worse

And all the best

The tasty cause of the first-born sin

Growing in paradise

A poison sent from hell

Simple and charmful

Who would resist its mysterious magic?

Innocent and guilty

Nobody blames the apple…

…It was the snake…

Was it?