Poezja

Savage absence of you, 
I miss your assaults 
what was actual in you, I never knew. 
 
Neither flesh, nor spirit 
had helped me. 
Somewhere there was a planet I missed. 
 
Or a miracle? 
Ending of means was the center of conflicts. 
Time was running out. 
 
Genetics tinkered 
matrix unmoving, 
what implants will be needed for dazzling the heavens? 
 
The desert was crying. 
Proud generation charred by transcripts 
begins singing. 
 
Falling leaves recollect the pain. 
Possibility of pregnancy exiled, 
the shivering doorway was closed.