If I Am All Mankind, Are They

It Is Sweet To Think I Was A Companion In An Expedition That Never Ends

For A Country Without A Past Is Nothing, A Word That, Hardly Spoken, Loses Its Meaning, A Perishable Wall Destroyed By Flame, An Echo Of Animal Emotions.

And If There Is No Lining To The World? If A Thrush On A Branch Is Not A Sign, But Just A Thrush On The Branch? If Night And Day Make No Sense Following Each Other?

I Am Composed Of Contradictions, Which Is Why Poetry Is A Better Form For Me Than Philosophy

You See How I Try To Reach With Words What Matters Most And How I Fail.