Poezja

A red clock and the dwarf 
will not meet on the wall. 
Time slips out in virginal shyness. 
 
On the verge of collapse was 
an ossified civil group 
after emotive conception fails. 
 
Unambiguously an azure 
sky measures the human steps 
in somnambulant thoughts. 
 
You throw a bound kid 
in a water tank, after postpartum blues 
and walk away with a halter. 
 
Who will grab the fractured 
age, during the fire dance? 
A mirror lies flat after announcing the award.