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”