To attain that beauty – you must be patient, like

a stalactite. To drip and wait. And fulfill no one’s

expectations. Sparingly drip to completion the words that

have poured over from a world that no longer exists into

a body that is no longer the one consigned to you once.

If they discover you, or if you open up to them, your end

awaits you. Until then – only quiet underground work and

patience. Only darkness, and the silence of dripping.

Translated by Omer Hadžiselimović

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