Poezja

Answers remain elusive. 
Stains were on shirt: 
You went on wiping- 
away the mirror. 
 
Incarcerated, 
biologically, he wanted 
to get it changed. 
The pecking order. 
 
You were trying to 
move away, 
from yourself. Death 
was the missing link. 
 
 
Was it indecent 
to start the self-inventory? 
You start dancing 
on the inaudible music.