It should be an interface between have and have not, between
time and space, between sobriety and intoxication, between
cloudy and clear, between apparently right but actually wrong,
between half-loathing and half consenting, between saying and
not saying, between movement and rest, between I and not I, between the merging of water and sky that actually do not
merge.
This is all an interface, ice that wants to thaw but cannot, snow
that seems to melt but hasn’t, even though the sails and masts
are impatient, the wind wants to blow but the clouds don’t roll
on.
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