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It is because things remind me of other things
That I can’t forget.
I think I’ll quit running away from not going anywhere,
And choose a dead end at random;
The sublime without perfection,
The unknown without ignorance,
Beauty with or without purpose.
Call the World stupid when I need it most,
And smart when I need it not.
For who am I to deserve an untrodden path
When I have been stepped on?
Who are they to help me or apologize this late?
Athens, 2008 – 2021