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blue octavo haiku :: rachel wetzsteon

by on January 17, 2015

     after Kafka

 
In fat armchairs sat
indolence and impatience,
plotting my downfall

*

A wicked cage flew
across the long horizon
searching for a bird.

*

I burned with love in
empty rooms, I sternly turned
knives within myself.

*

“Behold the bright gate,”
the keeper said. “I am now
going to shut it.”

*

Hardly was the road
swept clean when ah! there appeared
new piles of dry leaves.

*

But nothing could kill
a faith like a guillotine,
as heavy, as light.

*

Happiness? Finding
your indestructible core;
leaving it alone.

*

Into the heavens
flew a breathless legion of
impossible crows.

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