Ninety nine

My problems weight 85 kilograms,
their age reached 29 years so far,
they circulate in synopses;
they are measurable.

I’ve got 99 problems if we say,
and the world isn’t among,
the world is living;
I am dead.

The world is living at its place,
I am lost inside me,
the world is fine;
I am not.

Ninety nine problems I say,
they are all measurable,
still non-existent;
imaginary.

My problems weight boundlessly,
they are horribly immesurable,
reality broke in my synopses;
unimaginable.

Benyamin Bensalah

16.05.2021

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