11 stycznia 2021
The Blue Lake Burns
When the roaring tiger
was behind the bars, there was
this otherness. So much voiceless
was that, it had wounded me.
Your life had entered my
dome to meet its darkness, my
sky, my moon and the
riot of color begins.
By unbecoming, dying
in every home, to write the
script of desire, you will take
the path, where my marrow went down.
The clocks, on every wall
to remind me the moving time.
Will you wait for the explosion
to stop the trembling hands?
Not giving an answer you shut the door.
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