12 october 2016
Mourning Band
The descent starts
with a dance, of tears and fire.
A culture of lids
lowers the salt, the silver,
the gems.
Antithesis to cremate
a golden ascent.
The night long vigil had a
naked puff.
It will roll now in stasis.
The ash will take over the tongue
for a big lie. Faith healers stand
in a row. The empty hands
were getting a burial.
The toeless path will ride the
wheels now. Beyond the blue sky
there is no death.
25 november 2024
AfrykankaTeresa Tomys
25 november 2024
2511wiesiek
25 november 2024
0019absynt
25 november 2024
Pod skrzydłamiJaga
24 november 2024
0018absynt
24 november 2024
0017absynt
24 november 2024
0016absynt
24 november 2024
0015absynt
24 november 2024
2411wiesiek
23 november 2024
0012absynt