Cleaving Pessoa


“Any nostalgia I
feel is literary”
—Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet

I’m the—gap
Between—what I am
And am not—between
what I dream—and what life
Has made me—this way

Reality—is always
More or less—than what
I wanted—only I am
Sometimes equal—to myself

I act—as little as possible
Taking refuge—from the world
In my Lisbon—imagination
Where everything—is perfect

I’m totally—sincere
In my — insincerity

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