SPREAD OVER HIMSELF

SPREAD OVER HIMSELF

Winter morning
pliers hollow term
empty as a glove
unshackled from the hands
visibly intertwined
with the topic in the light,
after flying flock ob black crows, exciting detected,
not promising,
you go to the dust
my old
once loved roads –
divided in the distance
perceived in the body…

Start date
opens the door,
stepping in it
pale lips
the bites of silence
wide open pupils
expectations
run from an hour to an hour
to delight the evening –
gold-plated counterfeit;
morning the wisdom of the day
degree of degrees,
increasingly away,
marked
as cuts, wounds
never healed in my flesh.

Milena Susnik Falle
(pesniška zbirka Tempus fugit - Čas beži)