you know, here they call it a Lifestyle.
they say: i’d rather change my town, neighborhood, house, job, car, closes,
nanny, gardener, cleaning lady, TV, mobile devises -
to improve it,
or
they say: i won’t change anything
for i am deeply accustomed to the way it is.
Do you enjoy it, your lifestyle here? - they ask,
and i find myself dull, heavy, wet and
altogether - immovable,
the vast currents of my imagination
beating up the tiny point
with the waves from centuries, spaces, - me - the foam of tongues and signs,,
inside the tiny speck of a sand
i am -
firmly eternally being - implanted. -
they don’t call it a lifestyle anywhere, i guess.