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Bathroom Sunrise   [nederlands]

The sun rises in the bathroom
while the fragile state of life betrays me,
me between dodging the brittle walls

Does loneliness yawn the slow thump of an inescapability
with the nervous precision of silence
who likes to determine how gone you must be to be heard

And no matter how I listen today,
the birds are silent.

DatumTijd: 2022 jan 1, 00:00 CET
Auteur: Mulder

Tags:
control
Covid-19
isolation
loneliness
vulnerability

Categorie├źn:
 Poetry: Hannah Celsius 

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