Fine, thank you

by Christos Polydorou

​Strange days without you. Harps, harps, in the distance. I do not feel threatened. Why would I? I get it, now. Trust between myself and the universe must be a given, and I must give myself entirely to it. I may always be on the verge of finding out what will keep me innocent, but if I am not cautious and mis-use it it will corrupt me, maybe even destroy me.

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