OVERVIEW
Only dreams left are trapped
and groaning with a blood song in your mouth
above the steel curtain of death
beyond all imagination
reach this level
Over the levels of sighing
the tallness of the wind sounds
what crushes man's stone and conscience
above the crimes of Siberia Volowhen Katyń
above the scream of a mad bird in pain
above scum in white and red snow
above body clots in ice crevices
I return to you with the hope of salvation
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Before
A note from friends
It's a drop of blank pages.
wet I collect them
And I hear the key of the weeping cranes
feathers lie at angles
I'll get it, too.
asking for more note
To sing a song
Knight of the Most Holy Cause
Jerzy Binkowski, ADWENT 2024.
