Poems by Coolia Galena

Political Thought

a poem by

Coolia Galena

In the world of thought
everyone is a country
sovereign and free.

My thought-country
is mine alone
yours is yours
his, his
hers, hers…

Is it a democracy
or an autocracy
or is it a royalty:
my thought-country?
Am I the Queen, nay,
the Empress?

I do not know.
Do you?

One thing I know
(you too know !):
We are waging mindwars
you and me
our thoughts
entering the territory
of the other!

In the world of thought
no country can have
effective boundaries.

The politics of love
is the foulest
of transgressors.

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