Poezja

Over the lake
moon was hounded out
from the dark clouds
into the defying blues.

The thick orbit hauled up the debris
of falling stars.
I was watching the crowd of centuries
piling up in history.

Global heat was settling
on the flutings
to start a black magic
of secret fear.

A hermit sitting on a glacier
melts into a cave.
God knows how the stunned
colossus will stand up.