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

A very simple prometheus dreams
of the olympian hardware In
the liver of a very simple
prometheus develops a culture
of a potential disaster

The Olympus with all its gods and
cars driven by solar power
remains foreign to a very simple
prometheus from the city

Every bus that comes down
from olympus carries a prometheus
chained in honour of
millions of new inventions

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