The plants of the lake saw you one morning. The stones the goats the sweat exist outside of days like the water of the lake. The lake remains unmarked by the days’ pain and clamor. The mornings will pass, the anguish will pass, other stones and sweat will bite into your blood—…
4 tygodnie temu
Dawn’s faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening.…
4 tygodnie temu
And then we cowards who loved the whispering evening, the houses, the paths by the river, the dirty red lights of those places, the sweet soundless sorrow— we reached our hands out toward the living chain in silence, but our heart startled us with blood,…
4 tygodnie temu