In every writer’s work
There is soul
A part of them
Left to live forever
We can learn about them
More even than
What they’re writing about
The truth hidden between the lines
We are all that happened
To us
Next to us
All our thoughts
Reflecting history
Too clearly, we notice
Traumas and loses
Contained in words
Misused and avoided
You read Plato
And think how he treats a body
Like a cage and an enemy
Finds his salvation in a mind and ideas
You read Kierkegaard
And feel his terror
Camus and his dissociation
Being here but not being HERE
You read stories from Auschwitz
Written like a description of a macabre
Like a painting seen in a gallery
Like the witness wasn’t even there
You read philosophers, poets, victims
You wander what they went through
While you event can’t remember
What happened to you that year
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