A cold October
a tearful branch of an apple tree
strews the road with leaves
wet vehicles
pass human silhouettes
while betwixt the stones
the pain overgrows
with dry bramble thorns
some fearful feelings
of the already post-autumnal emptiness
soft light of the moon
wraiths of precipices
minutes creak underfoot
the heart of an hourglass
sinking into the sand grains
slowly fading out is the Word
for this moment full of death
with an infant’s cry
I ascend to a new life
into solace
with the majestic power
of a bright dream
of the sucking instinct
Gliwice, 6 October 2021