Poezja

A catheter leaks, 
quality of hearing suffers. 
A tethered song sears on blue flames. 
The actual, displaces the pain 
truth becomes non-pigmented. 
 
In space you move noisily 
waking the birds. 
Tomorrow will come with writhing cries- 
bounties of past. 
Not myself, himself, yourself. 
 
The new experiments in womb 
remained fruitless. 
A malformed, distorted progeny was born 
on payments without glory. 
Masses were swelling without self knowing. 
 
Thinker was silent. Philosopher was dumb. 
Architect had the thumbs amputated. 
A mausoleum of love remained unbuilt. 
Sky was overcast, hid the sun. 
The earth inherited the broken glass.