Poezja

Did you know 
what was the time? 
O, watchmaker, 
trapped in your own shadow, 
you were yourself a fugitive. 
 
Leaky ethics. 
Standing on the edge of 
sunken earth, you were facing 
an inevitable fall. 
Do not take a flight, O time. 
 
Walk with me. I did’t want 
to lead you. Why were you 
holding on to chaste buds. Birds 
were gone. The gravitational 
pull will find the targets. 
 
Ah, the molested 
intelligence, now wants, no compensation.