Poezja

Staring into nothingness― 
the body clicks. 
Smells the pungent fumes and/ 
cedes the suspension of tears. 
 
Quenchless, you drink 
the white phosphorus, glowing 
in dark, of 
stark reality. 
 
The barrenness will put 
up a Harappan seal, 
to come back. 
The stomata bleed. 
 
The blue salt was naïve. 
Will not leave the ocean. 
You cannot swim, 
you cannot drown.