going home I

translated by PLS

the poem hides itself in the dictionary

the youngsters hide themselves in books

you don’t exist if no one reads

the punctuation marks left behind

unable to find a place in the city, nor return to the village

losing newline losing metres losing the ambition to reform languages

losing a comma,

once,

a permit to breathe

to tear a manuscript is to harvest a courage

therefore yearning is a privilege too

those who have earned enough dignity

please get on the returning bus home for me