22 maja 2022
Winter Sleep
The dust to dust phase
in between, you
did't want a self-destruction
to resurrect a dying myth.
Only God knows. Why
there was only the body language
to explain the miracle.
You wake up a frog
from hibernation. There was
no drought. Plenty of rains.
No nightmares. One has to change
the climate shift.
A muted denial stays
in throat. You wanted to say
the whole truth about life,
which never was uttered.
Scoliosis tilts the water
balance. You cannot carry the
vessels on head. Doubts
would play on the script.
Author had promised to live again.
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