11 december 2016
I Begin To Think
Abdicating the shadows;
totemic.
I return back to dig up the buried-
moon from the ruins of poetry.
It benumbs.
No response was coming from
cajoling the black secrets-
of time-cast.
A storm was raging in a pack
of emptiness. Like a dead fly
between the pages of skulls.
I couldn't find the exact words.
The religion of wish-lists.
Can you find the end of desires?
From thought to thought-
was there any vision?
21 april 2025
wiesiek
19 april 2025
wiesiek
19 april 2025
Eva T.
18 april 2025
jeśli tylko
17 april 2025
Eva T.
15 april 2025
ajw
15 april 2025
Marian Banaszak
14 april 2025
wiesiek
13 april 2025
ajw
12 april 2025
ajw