I have discovered a nice poem...

"no return
no past
no sorrow
no lust

desire is history, at last
how could anyone be sorry?

give something a chance,
(what exactly should it be, how can you know?)
refuse the universe and its inherent serenity
put the blame on me
and move on
into history

i have overcome things thoughts reality dreams,
fruits to eat people to meet an entire book of signs
i have crossed the margin
wherever i might get now
can only be inside of me."

(Maia Malcut, 2008)