📚Reason📖 +01

📚Reason📖

I sing because the instant exists

and my life is complete.

I'm not happy or sad:

I'm a poet.

Brother of elusive things,

I don't feel joy or torment.

I go through nights and days

in the wind.

If I collapse or build up,

whether I stay or fall apart,

- I do not know I do not know. I don't know if I stay

or step.

I know what song. And the song is everything.

It has eternal blood on its rhythmic wing.

And one day I know that I will be speechless:

- nothing more.