My Blue Bird

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My Blue Bird

My Blue Bird
The Unread Script
Words from Blue Silence
A Stalk, a Saucer, a Bird
Simple Afternoon
Letters of Blood
The Bird… The Bird…

Even if we went back to begin everything anew,
outran knowledge and ignorance,
history and anti-history,
went back to where
nothing existed:
not stars, nor form, nor voice, nor God

once more it would all be in vain:
the sword again would be forged first:

the memories of our descendants
would again be written
in its letters of blood!

2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments