23 june 2016
Backtracking
Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond
leaps to the moon.
In an air bubble
lies the history of a suspended
name, wasted away on water.
A war is declared on the
family of words, not spoken
to anguish of man.
I thought of my sun
averting a disaster. The sprouts
will not come out of the earth.
An enquiry into the nature of
immanence, leads to starvation.
The body of truth turns into a snake.
The revolution within, shows
a false victory. You start again
from the ugly fingers.
15 march 2025
wiesiek
15 march 2025
absynt
15 march 2025
absynt
15 march 2025
ajw
14 march 2025
absynt
14 march 2025
absynt
14 march 2025
absynt
14 march 2025
jeśli tylko
14 march 2025
ajw
13 march 2025
marka