11 october 2019
Renunciation
The bifurcation―
was complete.
A fire baby―
and a weird ritual.
Criticality was redundant,
once I knew your gender.
Reeking of timelessness
in zero hour.
You fly the balloons―
from the ruins.
I scraifice a tree
for you, with
a shrill cry―
falling mid-flight.
White moon had
become very harsh.
I will bring honey
for night.
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bo jak wtedy jest nas wszędzieEva T.
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Jedno pióro jest ptakiemEva T.