HER LAST KNOWN LOCATION
WITHOUT A TREE
Detached leafs struggle
to stick together.
There is a world
— only few flights away — where half of an apple
won’t be a fruit one puts
in a bowl of nice gatherings.
There was a world
— only few decades ago —
when a substance of a grasp
was standin’ beside him.
There is a world
— only few steps ahead —
where no ground is still.
Unfortunate enough, you may be sliding on the edge of obscurity.
No borrowed left will change this role.
No abandoned goods in a coat of memories.
No trashed sight of yesterdays future.
No space of Jetsons’ technology.
WHEN WIND BLEW AWAY
[Those] carpets with no crooked horizons
you were going to stand on together — drifted at blink.
[These] lemon straws which he used to tap against
mint ice cubes — dissolved this morning.
[Those] plans to lay on white sofas
not knowing it’s already Monday.
[But] You wouldn’t know this world.
It’s a hemisphere away — on the other side of a moon called head.
Detached leafs struggle to stick together.
Detached leafs have no momentum.
Who am I?
Her last known location
A story of life after death.
His death. Her life.
A story of life after death.
Autorzy Jacek Szycht, Adrianna Rabęda, Jakub Bruszewski
