Poezja

Remember it not. 
Oblivion, 
Let it slide into cave. 
The annual rings of old wood are 
hurting. 
Tree of life burning inside. 
 
It cannot happen 
it can happen. 
There is no certainty. 
this is certainty. 
 
Bread with hoofs 
no butter, no udder 
no milk. 
 
A spider in the bottle 
slumbers on gaint legs 
watches with red eyes. 
Time to feed. 
 
The aroma of sea. 
Pungent smell of brown algae 
the bathing moon, 
a lone boat. 
 
Did you know why I admire defeat, 
retreat: 
Perfect solitude, 
featureless calm.