17 grudnia 2013
GRAY HANDS
It is neither end nor beginning, I am
still suspended between punishments, primrose
gives one answer, hollyhock another, I
catch the moon in flight to west and
enter a sand grain to probe the universe
for the sexual selection of a terror bomb,
harbinger of mass destruction, give me some
asparagus to uproot the cancer for the sake
of a humane evolution: bougainvilleas are
not blooming and in twilight I wait for the two
eyes of a panther which start blazing in a dark cave,
she was expecting to deliver her first progeny
of gentle cubs
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