A Dark Horse Over the Mountain

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A Dark Horse Over the Mountain

Checking the Last Manuscript
Midnight. Dead Point
The Morgue
Dark Is the Night, Liebe Maria
A Dark Horse Over the Mountain
What We Have Within
Heaviness
Immovable Things

Midnight. Dead point.
Cold sound.

Insidious echo. The empty
secret moment: thick
dough. Keep calm.

Keep the short breath
that protects you while
space drains itself empty.

Well,
Was it You
before the breath
or will You come
after the breath.

Dead point. Thick dough.

AuthorSlave Gjorgjo Dimoski
2018-08-21T17:23:59+00:00 April 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 08|0 Comments