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to friend
You believe in me like a child believes in father’s strength, like one believes in the porch as a beginning of odyssey, like a dying man believes in doctors, like mothers believe in children--frenziedly, without admitting betrayal or loss of what is within. The belief will die only with you; it overweighs all what against; it swallows the insult of everyday life. My voice is softer than the Syrens’, but I fear the belief. It will fetter my freedom. Sweetest, it will be more necessary than a dose of a necessary medicine. Most devoted, it’s like a most faithful congregation. Sunday morning will be intended for saying prayers. And I’ll bend under the burden, under the weight of the slabs of the temple, which your belief will set up. Less air at every new inhalation. The lungs spasm. The death-rattle. Your belief will inscribe over my tombstone: Requiescat.
