23 stycznia 2021
Grafting The Lichens
We are going back.
Let it be.
I will never know―
when will you arrive.
In the aloneness,
going blind to the playing
light, you prepare to drink
the darkness of noon.
Becoming dishonest will
not be possible for me.
The times are revengeful,
come back in black to fix the smiles.
Like water hyacinth, the
disquieting worries will grab
you and hound you to the white bones
and turn away.
Where the blood and
nerves went down? It was
no sin to rise and
stand against the sun.
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