When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.
By Wislawa Szymborska
Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
Copyright © Wislawa Szymborska, S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
Detroit Richards
-the near-unconsciousness of possible meanings -
scribe ergo sum ego
The change in movement thinking
Macro and micro opinions on humans, their culture, politics and science
Wanderings & observations
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Hype,Decoded.
-the near-unconsciousness of possible meanings -
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Polysemic Stupor 
Word is itself, perhaps. It says little about itself, however. Not quite worm, not quite sword, but nonetheless, slippy and sharp.
This is very good
Daaaaamn. Hard and raw like a spring downpour on the face.
Indeed – was shared with me by a friend 🙂
🙂 🙂