Poezja

Wisdom 
picks on the dementia. 
I lash out in drunken rage. 
 
The water world, 
I stand on an island 
in incremental rain- 
 
of denials. Time was 
floating on the shells. 
Sea was in sullen mood. 
 
Sunless sky wants 
to start a ceremony of 
clouds and tears. 
 
How far you will 
walk with a gypsy? 
I have started the journey for invisible.