Poezja

A blind spot
was clinging on to earth. 
Point of entry had 
an eye against eye. 
 
obsidian falls 
unshaved. The guilt 
of dawn was palpable. 
A nimbus surrounds the pain. 
 
A microdrone takes on 
the spider. Diffusion of 
hydrogen sulfide starts. 
Don’t break the window. 
 
Through my love, I touch 
you on face with ashen fingers. 
I step out from the hawk’s talons 
into the prophecy.