Poezja

No use, running after the scent
of the hounded animal.
 
The cat was dead.
 
You cannot travel beyond the sound.
Your presence was noted―
in a particle only.
 
In the blurred image of a paper
you may exist, may not.
 
But I am alone. What was life?
An unheard script handed down
by unseen hand?
 
Sugar curtains and salt-water:
you cannot stand the acrimony
of the pair standing nonchalanty.