From crumbs of bread to stars up there
my shadow grows and throws a scare
into the children underneath
when they count stars, they count my teeth:
I'm silent as a frightened mouse,
when they see space - they see my mouth.
I'm in the sky. I'm done and stuck
please take a picture, blurred and dark.
Oh clouds, oh clouds above my head
what should I do when sky is red?
Wnen sky is grey and then - it's blue...
You've taken picture - and it's blurred
my farewell, my faith and wealth
is nothing, but the emptyness,
Moon looks like ripe, delicious pear:
i will not die, but disappear.
20.02.17