Poezja

Yes I will not understand
the mathematics. It divides
you and numbers kill.

Nietzsche said― "Live
Dangerously". And the lost
ship agrees, takes in water.

A lump in throat
looks at the glittering knife.
What purpose does it meet?

Your pride should not
grow tall. The homelesswords
will search me.

In bright noon
your shadow shrinks. Fall
at your feet to beg.