Metamorphosis has begun
You are not much nor little
you are in a prolonged middle position
you last and you last
stretch from the sides to the edges
to the corners
skin starts to crack open
becoming pierceable like a balloon
involuntarily yielding for a different kind of
knobs and creatures to crawl
underneath it like under the fibrous blanket decorated with
the small labels of bamboo bushes
through you not a volunteer
life is crawling through you like a blade
double-sided
it says that’s the only way it can work
and that you’ve earned it
and that you don’t understand otherwise
(And I’ve stopped to write “like it is” how this day went
what to say to my children after the years
about this day
what stays is only this
never dated only attached to the number of year
this fabric of letters and totals that has been braided
just with the cheapest resources one could say
boxes in paper and ink from the market
But see that it’s not
at the same time the most of it costed
and have paid what it paid for
but this one of a poem
and next also
and further on till the quantum explosion
how far can my eyes see
that most expensive most direct unit
that can be listed
Not anymore
i don’t have a normal words anymore
to describe it
For this is the one in which life just like written-off
thrown out in pit at the eggs and the eggshells
that lies in the ground like in compost
and runs from the underground-like destiny
no life it like strives to reborn to loosen up
from the no-life from no-freedom
not knowing would it be able to do it
or will it waste even further of years
like in prayer and only with corner of the eye looking at the
little death of herself
with a jockey hat on his head
walking through the backyard of his
and with the secure movements of his hands
throws three handful of black earth
right at it
SHADOW WHITE poetry 