Poezja

A desire spews the rocks. 
Between two moments 
lies my body. 
 
Learning the first alphabet 
of violence. I fail myself 
in the lily pond. 
 
Statues and inscriptions 
were me. I had become 
the god of doubts. 
 
A disembodied faith 
overtakes my senses, 
I float between the words. 
 
The humming 
starts from a formless bee. 
The everpresent honey drips.