Life
written by: Józefa Ślusarczyk-Latos
a drop of Light bote me
I passed through blossoming meadows
through silent Rogers gone dry – some King of Antigone
I saw the dead turn into birds
into Silver rays of a starfish
with my hands I drank the dew of dawn
wine from Cana of Galilee
I embraced the greenness of the grass
and lush light grew inside me
like the tree of the horizon
and the sky was growing larger over
the Euphrates River
I kept washing out the red dust
cleaning the vernal Earth
so that it could become the mount of dreams
a drop of sunlight bore me
for the existence of everything in everything
and its purpose shall betray me – I will pass
through the open mouth of White flame
Atlantis moving door
and through stone I’ll return to light
to become a drop of blood
from the core of the Earth
the radiance of air above the meadow
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