Poezja

Take a call and bring 
the upside down. 
The desire becomes supreme. 
 
Are you going to redeem 
for the lost empire? 
A musk deer will start 
 
the scent-marking. 
This was the price of 
insecurity in the mob. 
 
Unhook the wounds. 
Life will give you 
a new pretext to die. 
 
It was an ordinary name. 
No prefix and no frills. 
You were ready to become anonymous.