had
to get up and build the trees.
I
could no longer deny
the
voices so I came
to
terms with them: glistening
votaries
dipped in madness,
a
blue eye in the wrong socket,
an
old chair
rocking
by itself,
leather
with its memory and silk
which
forgets everything,
a
machine producing time
in
the factory.
This
does not mean
I
learned to trust them
but
I came to terms with them
because,
as they said,
we
are the only family you have.