DISCLAIMER: this is actually my interpretation/translation of a Macedonian poem by Zoran Ancevski, it's part of his "interpretation for the dead" series.
Does something exist which doesn't lose anything?
The sun loses, the moon loses
the mountain loses, it's wasting,
the rain loses its form, the wind loses
momentum
The situations and moments you lose along the way
eventually lead you on your way,
in your dreams they subconsciously appear,
they force you to confront them,
touch them,
so you can own them again
But the people you lose on your way
repeatedly tempt you on ur way,
they kindly smile,
wave, and call you
to join them on a journey
From the point of no return
where you have lost yourself along the way
you reach the point of complete loneliness
on the path you so genuinely chose
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