9 sierpnia 2012
REVVED UP
It was getting dark.
The insane curve of greed was rising.
I would not draw the boundaries
between the words.
The finch was immersed
in soliloquies and light was waiting
inside the seeds.
I open my eyes
and yell at the clouds in hyperboles
becoming stranger to myself.
Who belongs here
in slit eyes? Each flower was leaving
a blemish, for the winter.
Tell me,
who you are in the twist of reality.
A proverb is going to be taken away.
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