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Grains Gram

Grains Gram

written by: Maksymilian Tchoń

 

The spoils of my imagination placed at the bottom of the pupil
I’m drowning in the depths of the flag
my worries flutter
but the earth is a vast treasure trove
anger and fulfillment live in her
the honey of knots flows from me

the wind singing tells the hymn
after dawn it’s the fault
and the dawn of a lawsuit

I build on rock
the saga begins again
about crumbled bread

the wall with poets’ inscriptions is cracked
there are plenty of them

I am allowed to destroy and build a temple
from the lava of words
still waiting for

shyness of creation

the past begins again
giving birth to what
deads

in a gram of grain
dies
a fool mocking with laughter

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