The rain is icy,
pricking needles in my neck:
Are you alive? Well?
De regen is koud	Der kalte Regen
en prikt naalden in mijn nek:	sticht mir Nadeln in den Hals:
Leef je? Besta je?	Lebst du? Bist du da?

Poem H2285
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2018-09-16
Atlas shrugged (Ayn Rand) - 1957
Novel, part 1 Non-contradiction', chapter 9 'The sacred and the profane'
Collection: Willegos
Keyword: Awareness: reality 
Tribute to: Rand, Ayn