Detachment is The Better Part of Valour

Poem in English, written at Poesiaeuropa 2023

Said no one ever;
and maybe they should have known better,
and saved us all
so many, many lives.

Overall, I can’t decide
whether reincarnation or resurrection
is less or more divine;
to me, as a being only quietly centered
in diachronic spacetime
as a synchronous, living, completely incomplete line —
there’s really not very much I can say
I do not abide.

Except any kind of failure on my part, maybe,
to fight to survive.
Any kind of projection that calls me narcissistic or crazy
—well. Such little waves can do their best to try

to push me over the edge,
and I may not resist.
I may find, instead, that in doing so,
I take a leap of faith,

and leave you behind.

In doing so,
I detach myself from hate,
and in so doing,
endlessly and eternally survive.