atef ayadi

November 25, 1966, bulla regia
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the economy of suffering

pain, the first currency.
pleasure, a loan with interest.
silence, the true wealth.

we sell our hours
to buy a night of forgetting.
the moon costs nothing.

a pill for the ache,
a screen for the loneliness,
wind in the dry grass.

no one owns the rain,
or the way it soothes the dust
ah! debtless, alive, and free.
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