One Morning

--Kęstutis Navakas (trans. Rimas Uzgiris)

don’t read this text who knows what

it will open or close in you so read what

until now for so many years you read that

will preserve you don’t believe that

which is impossible to believe and which is like

the poison in bona sforza’s ring or like

unexplored and never-to-be-explored

planets don’t believe what I am writing

for our lives are too dissimilar

somewhere there remains a clock

connecting us but even it manages to stop

for we are too fragile. don’t read this text

i am fated to bear it alone. ecce textus:

one morning i left my house to wander city streets