solid solitude

I brushed up against the criminal world

and I was left all alone

crooks of all kinds

swept through my life

like a hefty hurricane of special strength

mostly destructive to its source

I was hard as a rock

my rules were heard, so no one got hurt

they tried toilsomely to tear my whole world apart

everything they did made me stronger

I think I should sincerely thank them for that

they played the biggest roles throughout their lives

with their unskilled hands

in my poetry and prose

quite convenient in forming my words

into one solid ground

the one that never dries

the one that will survive all the floods

constantly wanting more

but not more to get, but more to give

this gift to the world and to itself

because that’s the only thing that matters

after I turn into insoluble matter