Don’t box down to the little box
Which supposedly contains everything
Your star and all other stars
Empty yourself
In her emptiness
Take two nails out of her
And give them to the owners
To eat
Make a hold in her middle
And stick on your clapper
Fill her with blueprints
And the skin of her craftsmen
And trample on her with both feet
Tie her to a cat’s tail
And chase the cat
Don’t bow down to the little box
If you do
You’ll never straighten yourself out again
(Vasko Popa)
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