You ask me what
the word alienation means:
it is to die from the moment of birth
in order to live in a master
who sells you - it is to hand over
the things you carry - power, love,
total hate - in order to find
sex, wine, a broken heart.
It means to live outside yourself
while you believe you reside within
because the wind you yield to
knocks you off your feet.
You can fight it, but one day
is a century of dissipation:
the things you give away never
return to you, their source.
Waiting is another life,
but there is no other time:
the time which is you disappears,
what remains isn't you at all.
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