WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BLESS?
Strength I never found in anything –
through blood I felt, my mind in turmoil quivered –
a presentiment of essence was it all.
What am I supposed to bless?
No God, no meaning –
I never felt the passion of belief
nor the manliness of unbelief –
all was a presentiment that wore an old man’s face
and bore an infant’s breath.
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