I wrote these a decade ago and they have been rattling in my head a bit more than usual the past month. I put them here to remind myself.
I went and took.
What did I leave in return?
(upon my first visit to Foz de Iguacu / South America, 1995)
* * *
I'll give you what you want,
Except one thing,
I have to escape.
This poem is pretty much the crux of my existence. I can't explain it. You just have to get it on another level. The closest thing that comes to it is the phrase "ghost in the shell."