[poem] Pixels in the Sink

[Miki Kocic]

Fresh and rested though I woke that day,
At the sight of my desk and my chair,
My soul rebelled, and I thought: ?No way
Can I spend another whole day there!?
Yet that was the life I ever chose,
New in country, lost among the streets.
All rebellion has drawn to a close;
My child, my words, beyond my life you greet.


And thus was my splendid life of ink
More than only pixels in the sink.


Head bent, neck bowed, fingers to the keys,
I whiled off all days of dwindling time,
In deep comfort saying No to ease;
And my words, they never made a dime.
Yet I ever lived beyond my death.
Life was, to me, that my words endure,
Ever to be still my living breath,
In death liive, robust, pristine, and pure.


And thus was my splendid life of ink
More than only pixels in the sink.


Take for you what my life ever wrought,
Words that live my death as I died life;
Only for them life I ever sought,
With them have forever I yet bought.
Of their own will my words me now sing.
O?er my dust, my specks, my true life ring!
As thus was my splendid life of ink
More than only pixels in the sink.


Miki Kocic
July 2019

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