here’s a funny thing
well, it seems funny to me,
the kind of funny that is the sweet spot
of the cosmic joke
like when you begin something,
and you are so into it,
like it is the most wonderful thing EVER
like buying those buttons in that 250 year old button shop in Salzburg.
(you know the one)
buying those buttons, choosing them from all those other beautiful buttons,
and having support to do it,
with the dear woman behind the counter……..
for a sweater that never made it,
for a sweater that never appeared,
despite my best knitting efforts.
kind of like so many other things….
what’s so funny, you ask?
this blind love for the moment
this love of exchange
the beauty of it
the taste of it,
just for that.
it’s a funny thing,
this kind of love.
it never doubts that the project will not come to fruition…..
that it still lives me
like it always did
from the beginning of time….
it’s a love I can’t do anything to stop…..
i won’t go so far as to make it seem like
left without Shams
what to do with all this love now ?
well, finishing anything
is beyond me now……
it is finishing me off in such a funny way.
it is no secret, now
the joke’s on me.
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