(BG)
![]() ![]() The New SentimentalityHow did I win Without the calm traveling blanket And the shy provisions of the dream, The licenses of memory?
Embryos of mist float above the paper, Smoke condenses into pills and ointments, A pinch of anxiety shatters the comforts of home - Why this particular game?
I won through absentmindedness, My folly completely baffled my adversaries And now I feel the real clash is elsewhere.
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