“Passage” in “What We Are When We Are / Kaj smo, ko smo”
Passage 
I thread days onto the year’s necklace.
The dark ones and the light ones, as they travel
through me, all start to gleam—jewels
that chafe my soul until, exhausted, it
wants a rest from time. As the eagerness subsides,
unable to sleep, I fish in the low tide of my dejection
among the channels of the small screen, where swim
carnivorous hours, full of other lives.
I turn off the light and, like an island chosen
by the moon for this very night, position myself
at high tide, which shortly will carry me off anywhere,
with anyone, even if it should be with
the nightmare, down the path of dreams.
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