resignation
And much is made of a dirty dish
As painful as a wish
to deceive without deception
And times and schedules will rule
While spontaneity fights to survive
Until the fighters
grow too tired to fight.
Resigned to the ring which must be right
As if its correctness
will bind the fear,
the fantasy.
Reality on a balcony
Drinking vodka, watching cat
He prepares our meal
and I think about that.
Thought is not dead,
nor is the mind.
They just went to sleep,
They are simply resigned.
