"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come." -Milan Kundera
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Narrative
Voyager
I have become an orchid
washed in on the salt beach.
Memory,
what can I make of it now
that might please you --
this life, already wasted
and still strewn with miracles?
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