In the small box I place
my discernment,my scent, my ease,
My dis/ease, my documents, my pass/words,
My remainders, my reminders, my pass/port
My infinite and finite initiatives,
my skills, my worshipful silence,
My bragadoccio, my blog, my blabber/mouth,
My blarney, my slumbering fractious soul,
my recalcitrant shadow, my fools/cap
My hidden remains, my fuck/ups, my left/overs
My dust/balls, my lovers’ curiosity,
the miles I have travelled again
and going further, recklessly
considered and carefully placed in the small box, as I do
After all is done and said
I do. I do, I do it for the miles.
(after Vasco Popa)