19 july 2018
Fury
While I limp,
a schizo runs parallel with the moon.
Climbs the hill
to sort out the night. Terror.
The shadows were fighting. The lost innocence.
Delta was forked, dividing the pain. Sensuous
bliss rising, falling.
Where will you go now? Billions of planets wait for your arrival. Einstein
was calling you again.
The shards of moon were waterborn
reflecting in your eyes.
15 october 2025
wiesiek
15 october 2025
Jaga
14 october 2025
wiesiek
13 october 2025
Jaga
13 october 2025
wiesiek
12 october 2025
wiesiek
11 october 2025
wiesiek
10 october 2025
wiesiek
8 october 2025
ajw
8 october 2025
ajw