My Pupils Grow Wide…

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My Pupils Grow Wide…

My Pupils Grow Wide
Darkness you Rider
I Reject
… Prometheus…
The Programme of My Waves

Darkness you rider
There are somewhere two sailors who
do not believe the existence of
the sea Ride on darkness
you rider There are two hermits
in a desert who can
prove the existence
of deserts Darkness you rider
There are somewhere two birds who
cannot invent a word
for the sky Ride on
you darkness My cells that
exist cannot define
me O darkness you rider

AuthorIvica Anteski
2018-08-21T17:23:44+00:00 June 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 21|0 Comments