Wojciech F. Zlomek - Constant Times of Day - Morning


to walk
to eat
to answer
as if nothing
just like that
and the divine winds of the soul
closed up
                          like Pandora's box
with a label of morality
recipes for each situation
and a warning
don't shake

a hundred and twenty beats
in the tense arteries
of desires - leaves
wither first
when more and more feelings are killed
and with regret
that it's not a dragon
and that one is not Saint George
like a knife
that loathes the conscience of a butcher

and there's a need to talk less and less
for each word
may be the stone
of support

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