Poezja

To confront his terror 
he changed the game 
plan for a mystery dive. 
 
The custodian of a flame 
will show serendipity. 
Sun was enveloped in a dark matter. 
 
The Teflon has disappeared. 
You will remember the things- 
you did not understand. 
 
Someone nips at your heels. 
You run faster. The evil 
was flying home. 
 
The house was in disarray. 
Give me a comb to keep 
the dark figures out.