One stands at a lock…
One stands at a lock
that guarantees mustiness.
Then one instinctively finds out the trick:
one thightens certain muscles, betrays
some hesitation, but then pushes through and clear.
One feels some pressure in the ear.
A quite abhorrent overtone.
A way of thinking not one’s own.
But one does not disturb a system’s core
when seeing the beloved in a revolving door.
© 2002, Paul Bogaert
From: Circulaire systemen
Publisher: Meulenhoff, Amsterdam, 2002
© Translation: 2006, John Irons