POEMS
30.03.2025
you have a frame around your life: I'm more porous than that.
feelings are the images I give to the invasions & desertions.
memory is both appetite and meal. when is enough too much?
I will write a letter. only commas.
we are all cannibals of who, of what we love.
I smell green pouring out of trees into grass,
they kissed like waterfalls -
I stand on the moment the earth changes its mind about the sun
wings between my breaths.
I raise my hand into the shadows
I try, during this flight, to feel once more my breath move in my body like a river,
I contemplate going under your skin
with my fists open by trust -
like meteors that have traveled a million years
- we touch, and emerge hybrid
01.04.2025
humans are metaphors.
what we think of as wild I think of as honest.
only differently, people see and then blind themselves, through the layers of violence and layers of lies.
not belonging is the way I belong.
train the spine to walk on fours. claim the scent of things.
the strange math of our heads, the impossibility of dividing by zero - only if we could solve that equation.
one hundred decibels, dozen of confessions edging on the fire lane.
and the steam of the place, the hum of living hard into the impossible,
the moment when her hand sails on the knob and caresses the fader.
it all floats up into a feeling called tomorrow.
05.04.2025
never liking the nods at me or fake reassurance
I cross the breeze and imagine your hand in my mouth
I know you will remember this august, the sky,
and I am thinking of you like a dragon.
‘cuz everything has its ending
‘cuz we begin anytime -
like this whole world that is born out of nothing.
walking out tonight and feeling anew -
since all you need is the right pair of boots
somehow over the threshold of the room
- or my mind
on the way home, in the car back,
closer to the sunrise sky
all I can think of that language knows loss and distance, and believing - all at once
one story becomes another -
it matters where they have emerged from
and where they are rushing
as though they are its own legend
sprinting ahead of the words
and beyond them naked
and never looking back
through the noise of questions,
strangers’ falsehood & evil remarks
01.05.2025
we shall dance in darkest of our imagination.
the camera that would snap us moving
would see that it's not all blackout,
that there's alchemy obscured in the terror.
the film grain will not lie about the ghastly tortures
and it will reveal all the beauty
that two hearts can take
what's earlier, thirst or shade?
is the echo prior to the death bell?
who is on the prowl and sulking against gods?
who goes to the party and does not fall in love?
it's going to be dreadful
so you may as well learn to enjoy it.
16.11.2025
a poisoned carriage into the hell
the bastards are falling in metal tins -
their intestines are rotten & itching -
too much of vanity in the degenerate stinkers
a living river flowing on our breath
the crazed in the hot-zone,
we swing thru the tunnels
the eyes of spiky sea glass wide open
scorching the strangers’ stares
I am the shadow’s shade
this is the reflection of you in me
am I your flesh & blood?
am I who you always want to be?
our moments are laid out like dominoes
is this me on the amphetamine of the soul
and you are as romantic as hell?
are these us, the martyrs reaching for the stars?
knife-edged life fires the will to be next
the fist of love makes us deranged
and the angel’s hand wipes the pain away
and the sound is cruising thru our veins
do not ever hold us back,
there is no time for contemplation -
lead us to the place where bells toll
19.11.2025
the burning smoke of one’s tawny crematorium
it pushes beggars to the worst of hell
I count the stairs on my ascension
the shame still lashes their forehead
when our two wills inflame the battle
the verse is surging endlessly,
and the bluest moonlit swings
with your two arms around me
I twist the mother’s brutal vermin
the rays are setting the dust aglow
their brains are infiltrated by filth
so constantly & inordinately
two wrong genes make a right one
twisted & exposed on a cypress cross
a burning notice to live & teach
my eyes are there to spit at their looks
the fools are shaken by an every gimmick
of the memory - has it ever been theirs?
the memory of the souls together -
forever elusive, never seen yet always felt
the land leaves mouths blistered
with the poisonous taste of liquorice
at night I will vow in a confession
to live just as daddy’s preached
a cryptic metaphor for the public
the vicious spy who is an unrelenting writer
the savage of the knife-edged sound
I rush to the clandestine moons
and I am kissing you asleep -
across the gap of thousand years
24.11.2025
the answers are not always found in the precision of words
but in the altered images, the snapshots from the outer universe
existing in the uncertain space, a non-linear love affair,
a human instinct to create both out of the self & the world
when poetry is a wild after-party, a promise to never return home
and so often I am awaken by the whole effort of scrutinising the reverie
I master spying of the dark stains - till everything shifts, one moment
still with my name and a mutant yet dangerously familiar face
when the world paralysed in its insensitivity barrels towards its destruction,
it propels you unfathomably & unforgivingly, the bayonet of vengeance,
against the satan crawling with the dirty bloodthirsty mouth -
a mind who is attuned to the body shudder must be all sound
dashing the resonance out of the roaring sea & the sky chasm
I fixed the suppers for the worms & candy-assed elves
silent & observing, rearranging the ghoulish & disaligned
I steered the wheel of the white devil, braver at night
I waved my nude arms at blue-tinted villages flickering by
learning the darkest last routes, survivor, at the hell of the cloudburst
the immortal freak of language I haunt and hunt
working muscles to the bone in a frenzied search,
my ribs cracking in the body of a well-known & daring song
polyphonic strings of dreams in my austere waking life
the strips of dawn & dusk at my molten nerve endings
the impossible otherness & shrewd truth of which we are made
bitter-sweet suicidal eruptions on the tongue and in flesh
a multi-dollar coupon from our subconscious, all bills paid
we walk through our own ashes, entertained by the mind’s ear
26.11.2025
your dreary nightmares are all tangled up in there
with gormless trunks and doomsday moans
a deadly stink is your own vulgar potion
the cross-dressed priest is squeaky, stuck in self-deception
his body’s rotten, spreading the nauseous odour
the sharpest blade of mortifying memory
withdrawn from bruised & swollen flesh
the bleeding arrow sticking out of the wounds
we live oblivious of time and don’t recall the century & date
perceiving the scintillating candlelight indoors
and the English evergreens like no-one else
got bored of ventured capitalism, black fridays
marketed products & obsessive compulsive consumerism
the narrow-mindedness of cultural amnesia
and selfish blindness to the knowledge you never had
the prosecution of your foolish circus -
you casted lethal omen that will return to you,
ever so venial, the boomerang to hit like schizophrenia,
for the atrocities your swollen, drug-contaminated
brain has once so moronically entertained
there is an importance to some of us being right here
so shame will plague your absent souls forever,
your sanity will undergo the cavernous trepanation
we are the present tense - the sleek metal bodies,
caught in the hail of bullets, impenetrable, savouring desires
which are the encrypted language of protection,
the tickling tongue of mercilessness & exclusive admiration
28.11.2025
you were a code I yearned to decipher
a thunderous applause, an ashy blizzard
the cutting afterlyric of my teenagehood
so humanised by love - my neurons, firing
my cheeks are the shimmer of the winter
and yours are the afterglow of equinox
we peel our images from the mirror
and see the others through the frameworks
in agony of how they feel of us
- in that first gasp of loneliness,
governed by the invalid contradictions.
in this world bleached like a negative,
the wind chimes its tender secrets -
past the bleak runways & dirty shopping windows
I walk along the concrete wall
all covered in the mis-spelled swear words
once there was a time of suspended action
I felt so drained however fearless in it
and the equivalence as the shocking contrast
is that the ultimate erioticism?
my body is a city, one of many destinations buckled in
yours is the unexplored terrain of wildest dreams
today and every day is yours for living.
04.12.2025
a pursuit to revolt against all meaninglessness
when the daemon trails its silent course
a vengeance incarnated in the depth of the body
in the spikes of amethyst, veins of oil
porcelain clavicle, skin is as tender as silk,
honey-nourished, slender, meteoric
as the surge of the roaring, unstoppable beat
humiliation, the ass of the masochistic economy -
unendurable, a malleable cancerous clique -
oh well, it will never nullify any of your prior debts
and then, sound & silence are wedding each other
intimately & continuously - in the shatter & burst
stipulating your foul rotten terminal end
le coup de maître, an exalt, an ongoing orgasm -
that everlasting solicitude within your smile
and everything entrancing at the edge of the crack
we shift the direction towards the maximum resistance
the labour of the truest inside & the outside
with every deep breath counteracting the season
illuminating remoteness far beyond one’s grasp -
so close it burns through the toughest surface
above the clouds enwrapped in fog,
when the your voice is spit open, eyes wide shut -
so pristinely untouched before the blow
when the full moon almost extinguishes my alertness
it prevails, being within you & me - we together are fulfilled
the shocking fuzz, the mesh of our flesh coalescing
muscles better, the trembling firm smoothness -
which I will again kiss, provoke & embrace
the electricity of our boundless opiate thrill
11.12.2025
your firestorm running wild like the sharpest sword
across & through my complex bosom universe
the stars are swaying, bluntly, much in awe,
the savagery dazed tender to touch,
the fate resuming after a such a glorious kickstart
in murderous torments through the uproar of waters & air;
in tortures that laugh in the surge of their cowardly silence
our diamond tears are the nucleus of atomic dust
the snowflakes brought from the furthest macrocosm
steered by the azure trumpeter, beyond the black hole
suck the gaudy poison, expire in your bloody red implosion -
the massed brain-dead herds, breaking & thawing,
drowse in a muddle of murmured prayer,
themselves in anguish, harrowed, not knowing of orietur
muffled in old shabby bargained shawls
we are the angels of death and the angels of birth,
veering of chasms and clash of icicles against the odds
the meadow of sounds past the infinite expanses
smacking upon the hard wooden ground, les enfants terrible
the effervescence of thermodynamic relentless choir
23.12.2025
too ephemeral yet boundless outdistanced by the solitary years
like a whirling wind making the seashore so implausible
singing through the shaggy exteriors of the rural houses
she tracks her and the other’s dim silhouettes -
both sailing in/tact - two zincky-shaded clouds,
the voices slamming against the nerve of a distant universe
the threads of love are knotted deeply in my throat
unearth your trembling, the gasp is lifting my inner orbit
just as easily as sidewalks holds us, the wounded pilgrims,
one step apart, ahead, in marching rhythm - with each other
alive in the undercurrent, sky further a channel
the grails of longing reminiscent of yuzu & peperry tobacco
drawn out of repression and compacted in the temporal limits
we suffer, we fall back into each other, we devour the feeling -
so pure & untouched in the domain of the daybreak lucidity
no expiration date to our zeal, the lust, the yearning -
in giving to other the power to know your own worthiness
it happens after keeping mute when the light enters the wound
25.12.2025
on the streets which have gutters
in the shadows of the doorways
at empty bus stops when the wind is blowing
our breaths are in sync -
through the music through the rhythm
two bodies colliding
life is the zeal, on the rise inside them
against the loneliness
up to sacrifice,
turning to each other
first the heartbeat, then the itch -
deadly whistlings & the raucous music
pulsating through the darkness -
to the purity of their humanness
the sharp accords of love,
the power that’s beyond
31.12.2025
when the world is almost split apart
in that unknown to you, the village of in-betweenness
we are like two faithful children seeking a refuge
the sun wakes now, through pipes & tree branches
as we are fascinated by the patterns of ice
reminiscent of the irregular stained-glass’s ancient colours
sensing the smells of the earthly mother
through the concrete and dirty highways
stepping into the no man’s land of soiled pathways
stuck in the traffic jams on the way to catch that witchy play
to witness the beauty that wrecks the soul
and holds your breath - only one kiss away
to a house of music, for your sharp-edged accord,
we are two castaways, the desolate beings -
in the rutting country that solemnly quivers
walking steadily against the grey of masses -
they filled with loathing, savouring the word of the dictator
we step on the ignoble terror, crying rebellion
let me penetrate all of your memories
till the burst of odd images - filled with gaps,
with quietness, with question marks - will strangle you
they are the air complete with the distant sound of dancing,
the footsteps on the crispness of snow -
a sustained bliss, and intensity, and tenderness - a myth
and nothing holds us back when we are very strong,
no politics or shame will ridicule us,
no harm to us will ever be done
when we are very bad - what can they do to us?
dress yourself up with pride, and dance, and laugh.
no, I could never throw my love out the window.
5.01.2026
footsteps on the icy doorway, a black soldier,
turning low indigo skies all damson & orange
a silver pirate whose boots smell of byzantine cellars
- their eyes radiating chameleon mist,
the brows are sharp - just like the harsh freeze
they bite on freshness, the distant roar of mountains
across the swirling suns, white spectre raising,
the houses are blinking amidst vast snowy linens
behind those dense shrubs, the sound flutters -
the lancet made a heart of living brightness
where blackthorn foliage turns even bluer,
the bumblebees haunt for the sucker’s firewater
dotting the river’s flow, the true benevolent voice
your cheek tickles, blushing ever so vividly -
the conquer of the nature is like an act of love
06.01.2026
beneath the tides and over high deserts of snow
away from dismal murmuring, the clamour, the lost tongues -
they float, the biting songs of the past sorrows,
to hail them from cliff to the maze
surpassing the storms with the splintering grace
we cannot be altered back to the strangers again
from the unquiet barricades to the vacant châteaus,
your banners of ecstasy are bloodstained -
a terrible speed of perfection in action & form
from crowded cities to empty shores -
our heartbeats are roaring - one in another,
indifferent to the smear of oil or metal’s rasp
I saw her hand holding the cigarette tight -
the gesture igniting & burning my spirit & flesh
a nest of madly untold, piquant kisses - all sudden
throughout the width of the murky chamber
her gaze is kidnapping me - we hurry,
past by the graveyard of cars - to the sunlit fields
joined, on the day of truth, by maps, a couple
08.01.2026
the governor entrusted to my term of life
he executes the cruddy rotten puppets
who grin naively at blemished screens
in their cracked brains the gossips whistle
a scrap of flesh clings to the mouth
they utter cries like mocking groan
despicable filth, uncertain pities,
corroding on the thin rim into morbidity
sulphured in their sleep, the shadows of the past
stick their tongues with the excess emotion
awaiting the conclusion, howling at each other
like the lunatics in the memento of devotion
the prostituted scum that is the saddest
nailed to the ground, in shame & anguish -
deluded in the fog of physical remorse,
the entourage of flies that know each inn & stable -
the errors & the failures eschewing justice
till all the bells are singing with the voice of witch
12.01.2026
they walk hand in hand along the boulevards
singing love into each other’s existence
calling the path ahead our mutual future
there’s a tune faraway - the melody
from your past the strangers listening to
the city, crumpling in the wind,
unfreezes from sadness with relief
wait for a cigarette lit just a second
before the shared faith lapses & awakens
we see tears in one another’s eyes
standing restless, pain glowing out from inside
our hearts are flags now, strung out of helicopters
the fragments, scattered & twisted, made us
pouring breath in, this is love without mirrors
the blood inside ignited, together in exile,
we must refuse to disappear & live in vain,
confronting painful memories & shame -
the minutes to the final countdown
this is the thing I ever wanted - to give you,
like a timeless souvenir - the soft yet rebellious
shining, which is forever a point of entering
25.01.2026
it’s our ambition and it’s within our reach -
to swallow the raucous flame down,
chest to chest standing naked
catching the incandescent bullets, upright
in this world that has more gradations,
more unknown shades, illicit to those
who know neither kindness nor warmth -
they suck the crumbling bones
awaiting the racketeers to fake the applause
in the unreserved seating plan called ‘decay’
studded boots on the ladder, the arms nailed to ramps -
the scars & the medals to pronounce the sound
we are thriving on smoke, in the hallways & lounges,
flegant on balconies & rocky hilltops
sometimes speaking in unfamiliar tongues
never repeating a syllable - the precious words
for holding on, to believe and to hope
foot over foot we go, down the eroded slope
to the waves rampaging as if in films,
towards the salty open roaring sea
all things will pass but not the gazes we exchange
what can be more danger than them?
the imprints of your fearlessness in an 8 track, all bass
crisp as sealed metal, searing my feelings -
we curl in in the crow-black BMW parked in my yard
undoing the buttons, the slowed down shedding
the t-shirts which stained with the words & the stories
our bodies are liquid, mutuality riddling our brains
all the time and beyond love has been growing
two stabbed yet limitlessly alive hearts
10.03.2026
unclear timelines and a flimsy pretext
with legal justification remained non-existent
when under the guise of defence
hides a blatant attack - the combat of AI
sleeper cells awake, a puff of missile smoke
vessels trapped in the gulf
unhedged leveraged loans
the perpetuality of reinsurance schemes,
will they ever reach the deadline?
boiling down the short term exclusion
while flattening the oil price curves
the once soared market is there to oscillate -
ramplifications to drag or to spread
offsetting the global gas & oil stocks
just to seize every ounce of enriched uranium
may it rather be hard cash paid in hand
than the chain of cryptocurrency -
a counterfeit, exposed to a tumult, a fail?
supply chains, inflation & debt markets,
the narrowness & abrupt closure of
uncertain corridors of airspace
retaliation targeted at data centres -
the shocks of asymmetric warfare
elsewhere, the yellow press headlines
capitalise on the rudimentary narratives -
stockpiling on petroleum-heavy goods -
a gamble with the masses’ emotions
the speed of news lines,
unbridled, simulated & controversial
is collapsing the distinction
between theoretical trumpeting
and the world as we witness it
28.03.2026
alchemical heats, beaten & gilded to glory
joined, on the day of truth, by maps, a pair
in the city of artifice, where scented desire
hangs in the morning breeze
and then, each dream we share
is an embroidery of our pulses
the trails of our mutual past
yet to become infinity of future
artworks stored in the private foundations
to sustain a short-termed ways of seeing
sluts scammed into forgery,
perpetually high on methedrine
the stockpile jetsam of greasy contraband
owned by the accomplices who play
by poorly written glossed terms
will they be slaughtered for impostery?
last night’s lottery tickets
and someone’s evil chances blown in grates
subordinated to clownery, submitted to tyranny
they shove crumbled dollar bills in fools’ mouths
while carrion they pray to - is annihilated
in the miserable act of self-castration,
drowning with the never-ending shame.
is that the praxis of the fratricidal war?
spectres of goodwill hanging over the metropolis
all going outward & inward, my respiration
next - the stars are swallowing each other
the sound waves are absorbed in mixes
the distant tempo of the well-known song:
hear how it cascades in overlapping
from the lifetime of cities away
and now - it distillates & mirrors the spring day
and for us, is nothing more erotic than
being in the same room -
gaze against gaze, hands reaching one another
it must be forceful, the eeriness
unseen like a palpable force, an electricity
your name, cut in the scar of my tongue
plunging beyond bare-stripped heart
tethered our psyches, alive with love
31.03.2026
rage for discovery, when fury is lustful - at climax
crossing driverless - the now terror-ridden lands
where the sorrow communicated physically
my solitude, the bayonet of your loneliness
like a weaving of gentle dependence,
the hourglass we hoped to outlast
against the blindness of a newsreader
the appeal for a pity resonates in the void -
a convulsion of hate, the ghouls feast on,
the most prostituted, skewered to the floor -
in shame and in tragic horror,
anaemic, in vain, tripping over
the morality that sanctified life,
its tightness and its extreme delight
part treasured hesitancy, but mostly -
irresistible drive, between skins
it shrinks, then it burns, quickened, now
the justice is a heart’s desire
the dance undefiled by words
the feet, mechanical, go round
comeback scorched & whirling
arousing (y)earnings, creating distance
free as a passion, as air, of ought -
the blackest and brightest of it all
21.04.2026
(I started writing this poem in 2016, 10 years ago, and nowadays it feels even more urgent than then)
the fog of peace is never settling
as if the world is stuck on the far brink
the ideology of ugly manosphere is reigning
scam calls impersonating family members
eyes of lichen, dead inside -
someone looking for the feast of betrayal
snapping the fiction into fact
oh what a swarm of augmentation
where the annoyance economy is built
on insecurity beneath the false ambition
sleepwalking markets, chokepoint crisis
the politicians treading on eggshells
no trend to volatility, chatbots delusional spiralling -
resist the fraudulent politeness
and the abscesses of unbridled tourism
theirs poorly rephrased AI poems
signalling a new born opioid crisis
the impersonalisation of chatbot-shaped communication -
dark patterns tailored by the absent-minded
speaking of their self-diminishing languor
the sycophancy, the leprocy
devouring half-rotten bodies
smudged against the drug-stained walls
back-end fees calibrated to the maximum exhaustion
the union of thieves whose hands
inserted deeply in each other pants & pockets
for them, the act of self-castration
- is the starting point of erasure
they cannot separately plunder a third -
dementiac plutocrats with greasy hair
who will be executed - no plot is lost
11.05.2026 (venice biennale)
will AI turn us into the quickly dischargeable batteries?
when the lavish art extravaganza promises
nothing else than an unreachable oasis:
take a pill & relax, like the world outside does not exist -
you are in a well-preserved yet already cracking capsule
heavily perfumed, high on louis vuitton heels
when the support systems are about to break down
to find solace in the world torn by the conflict
an inch away from its collapse -
the palisades of fake masks are almost down,
an inner ear is nearing its atrophy - beyond repair
it is signalling the disappearance of the pause
between the tragedies happening elsewhere and
the urgencies of the so-called ‘artistic’ duties?
anachronistic, irrelevant & terracotta-dull -
the shades of the safely played washed dyes
intermitted by the bozos of phallocentric palaces
turn up the levels of obscene to shock the flocks
furore & rancour, the terror-ridden ones -
the miserable flashing of your own firecrackers
in the environments, sterile as mar-a-lago hotel lobbies
divisiveness is at risk, instead -
the neatly calculated political cowardice
and national pavilions are talking back to you
through the cacophony of chat-bot collectivism?
the ‘exuberance’ of the contemporary resistance exists
only to be packed in the format of the instagram stories -
get a well-vetted horde of photographers
to seize the masquerade from the right angle
the sounds of uncorking the proseccos
and glass chin-chins of those deluded donors
speak louder than ever - the outcry of emptiness,
the lack of any proper, authentic message -
the indeterminacy and the pathogen of the braindead
are spreading faster, at the both ends.
instead of banal mottos, pretentiousness of speeches,
pastiche of cheap excesses, vulgar topics, numb minimalism -
is there a place for evil cynicism?
for an argument driven controversy?
for harsh polarities showing the blood-stained realities?
for showing sensibilities without narcissistic over-intellectualisation?
18.05.2026
a word is faster than the sound
the feeling’s quicker than the speed of light
I speak with the lucidity of phrases,
the beat of my palpitating heart’s inside them
and if I'm suddenly depleted
blood boils in their vessels
the rivalry between the ease,
and the unmaking of the world - as it is
in the attempts to multiply the shared joy
I hide the undiscovered sadness within myself
the testimony of combat, an itch for life -
a cut below my shoulder blade
I’ve never planned on being weak
if something bad is happening to them,
I cry with pearly brightest tears -
their strength & fervour in my veins
if someone else's malice knocks me down,
they hit with heavy fists - no mercy
triumphing over every error,
the fools are nullified, in decimation
in our mutual worldvision, faithful & regretless,
no one owes anything to anyone
and the scarred ones are only those
who are tightly bound by love the most
8.06.2026
I am an echo in a tunnel scrummed with the graffiti
door to door, or show to show - I am exactly where I need to be
I know the words that peel the generations in-between
searching to create a moment - one punchline at a time
I index the tenses - they speechlessly listen
remain dead ass sullied, nondescript, dinged,
redundant & frayed in a soundless suspension,
sameness automated, brains squared to zero
I’ve built a muscle memory, impenetrable & precise
my weapon is a dream, a vandal to your consciousness,
manoeuvring weightlessly, I am ungovernable
witness the triumphant sail, before you get erased
their rotten old teeth erected from deteriorating skulls
a fraudulent confession in every accusation
attention span of a grasshopper - they,
purposed for waste, are leaking the insufficient petty dust
I am a sword sharpened on both ends,
gambling the non-linearity of time - around the clock
a post-perpetrator, hallucination trader, a joyride with no end
I am the flesh that filters every sound, judging them
2.08.2026
a learner with the simplest,
my path is made of self-created wonders
while I sail through the days mostly unnoticed
a novice connecting the myriads of seasons,
my blood is hurling - the beating of my heart,
this passing - I am made of longing
a teacher of my own’s mind,
body surpassing the cruelty & insult -
to become the purest of light
the smoke of my cigarettes ripples -
it echoes the faraway thunderstorms & rains
I sit in my room, tears over my invisible wounds
if any of modest joys I left for myself,
they thrill me, ever so much, from every angle
the world of indifference is not my place
the freedom in solitude & pain
is the cast I am built of, resistant and brave
self-sacrifice to my work is my only gain
deja-vus are the quotes to the silence of my days
dreams fill the nights with the awe -
every hue is nonpareil
I reassembled the puzzle of my life - harshly,
right to where it started, and no self-compassion -
only the cruelty of action
my temper like a die-cast iron
the robustness of my strength - unequalled
my barefoot emotions - untarnished
21.08.2026
it is all a distortion, and there is the ray of light
across the wasteland -
oh, will you look for long enough?
those eyes that hide the truth
they cast a flash that shimmers in the city’s plain
awash and beaming of my dream -
all recede
crammed into the endpapers, quickening in blood
spikes of the buldings, nothing but passing trains
perhaps they slip behind the corner
devoid of dimension
equations
a portal
faint trace
26.08.2026
and all the paths you’ve reached, and many still await -
so patiently, in other, island-bound zone
the years to count - by now, it’s 50 spins of this, the only given globe
so much of heart in hurricane of words - it’s louder
then - the crowd. so where and when our seasons will collide?
to crack the reason open, emotions float above -
they touch eternity, the echo of your voice in twilight
and as we walk across the soaked alleyways, step in slops
a salty taste of eyelashes - unspoilt, wanted, tender -
aching tirelessly, the steel of only hope
the future holds that’s past could not contain?
if there is only glimpse of faith, an undisclosed joy -
it whirls my days - till I lay bare, sleepless & exposed -
against the norms, the odds, the how’s and why’s
the dawn is here, so soft like the smile I crave the most
where friendship is the signaller of love,
we are the equals in the strangeness of our daydreams
what’s destiny if not the light that glows and burns
beyond the threshold, at the world’s collapse
I only know the truth - you are my friend
