in the light of awakening

this rebellious awakening of an alarm clock
caused the buzzing to burst as if machine-gun fire
and gave an impetus for the presence to wander
out of the embrace of barely sweet dreams
into the turbulence of nigritude
walls’ installation
and contours’ nascence

it gave
the last moments of life
to a bird
which was still convulsing behind the door
left by a stray cat
as an appreciation
for a piece of opened-can-paradise
and old rag
spread on the stairs
led to an attic

my plans are not yet mended
cheeks – not shaved
shoes are without its shine
coffee – white-less for it asks for milk
and God
has not awakened in heart
basks on a golden chain
turned to the chest
with His crucified body

we will have a discussion
what to rejoice about
what to breathe with
except with conclusions
how to inspire
except when own soul cries
and silence dries up in a phone cell

we’ll seek for
entries and exits of circumstances
so those would consist of
my deep gratitude for the visit of light
in eyes
breath of fresh air
and loyalty to self

each of us is
boundless
simultaneous
birth and death

19 November, 2018