24 lutego 2019
Fermenting Mind
A desire spews the rocks.
Between two moments
lies my body.
Learning the first alphabet
of violence. I fail myself
in the lily pond.
Statues and inscriptions
were me. I had become
the god of doubts.
A disembodied faith
overtakes my senses,
I float between the words.
The humming
starts from a formless bee.
The everpresent honey drips.
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