Death will take me to the castle. And friends are taking me to | Thoughts Hub

Death will take me to the castle. And friends are taking me to a birthday party. It doesn't matter. My appointments I will keep them all. Death and birth are on the same street. I'll drink the cup here, then break it there. That's it. And I have a cat that gave birth to twins: black and white. I do not know with certainty which is death and which is life. I usually write my poems in the dark, and they scream like owls, and I don't know the meaning of their cries. Perhaps she shouts the dead wake up, and they seem to be enchanted. The strangest thing that happens to a person is to become like his poem. To believe her, and to roam naked with her. This has happened to me. I don't know until he leads me. All my appointments I will attend. My friends will mourn me like a bride in a long dress. And my enemies will bury me in the river. I find nothing strange about this. I am one of those lucky ones who get drunk with water more than wine. Just, give me an hour to feed the twins, and then come get me. My house is there in Nile, under the foot of the the chained mountains.