Poezja

Imperfect mating.
I am lurching forward―
in a chaotic
non-existence.
 
There was no divinity
in your sinless sprinkling.
A timeless death was
the only riposte to ephemeral queries.
 
A lif-size God stands
sentinel outside the museum.
Only the mortal were
etched on the walls.
 
A pygmy cycas has bloomed
after a decade. I have come back
home to collect―
my belongings of last life.