A GRIM AND SINISTER ALEPH

Lock all the doors of my roaming,

down the streets of sorrow

I’m backward walking.

Leave me out and see,

I try to fit in somewhere

and feel like a refugee.

Spiraling in the dark, it got

me, pain is a human pleasure

concentrated in just one spot.

A grim and sinister Aleph,

indeed, conveying the black river

that flows through the veins of Earth.

Call my name in all languages

the answer comes from within

I am here for the carnages.

Ispirata da J. L. Borges, in particolare L’Aleph (1949).

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@ILLUS. by PATRICIA MCBEAL, 2020