Tirade. Jaargang 6 (nrs. 61-72)

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[Gedicht]

In the airconditioned evening,
to decide,
about life,
without a God,
with a capital G,
seems so ridiculous.
But,
there is the distance,
between Their lives,
and my existence,
which would not be,
with that capital G.

Carrying around my sins,
I try to think,
why they are mine,
a perfect load,
and commit some more,
and,
feel the distance,
between me and me,
without that capital G.

Eisinga