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


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”