ARCH 2015

A paraglider of blond wood

On Sunday snow was marked,
in a fountain of lightnings
in three threads

An ear dissolved.
Around the moon day; the sea
we’d swum

Shoeless
into the half
into the hour five to five

The bow in north; there is a clock.
and on the horseshoe falls a drop

In bluish eyes
and from her lips upon
were made

20/3/2015 Kolka, Latvia

„Zrealizowano w ramach programu stypendialnego Ministra Kultury i Dziedzictwa Narodowego – Kultura w sieci”