19 september 2015
Blind Walls
Icons of evolution and
loud men made a circle
of nihility, leaping high,
splashing the black perfume.
Nicotine reclaimed ne plus ultra.
Lurching thrusts reached nowhere.
Dirty fingers held the prosperity.
The dialogue of root
and earth started a nameless fire.
Hunger stunned the leaves,
brutalized by unmanaged truths.
The sting operated in dark.
Let going the lights,
phantoms were starving.
I saw my face for the first time.
I accept my responsibility
for closed drapes.
Doors were banging in terror
and there were sparks on the roof.
The blind walls squirmed.
It was time for your roadmap
to show the lines,
sign the winds.
30 september 2024
HyperaesthesiaSatish Verma
29 september 2024
2908wiesiek
29 september 2024
wśród traw wiatr wykonujeEva T.
29 september 2024
Skromny 2023.Eva T.
29 september 2024
Jesień/zima drzewa figowegoEva T.
29 september 2024
Jesień drzewa figowego (informacyjnie)Eva T.
28 september 2024
2809wiesiek
27 september 2024
Zapachniało powiewem jesieni,Eva T.
27 september 2024
2709wiesiek
27 september 2024
After SeparationsSatish Verma