Poezja

Blurring of words 
takes place. Lead the light, O Sun; 
non-path travelers are playing 
an exotic game 
in defiance and in delirium 
of schizo-affective mind. 
 
Fruits were fudging the flowers. 
The parents. Walking alone, 
watching the abasement of a 
young pilgrim seeking the belief 
of walls. The moon wears a death-cap. 
It was the return of silky climax. 
 
Do not move. Do not speak. Listen 
to voice of stillness. World is becoming 
proxy-keeper. The surrogates 
were releasing the facts.