lost words and spilled memories.
translated from Latvian.
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Don’t need to think
Apples start to fall and how much of the work has been done in the veins of Earth who has planned it all Eons forehead to live to die to born to live to die to born to live Green veins pulsating tearing apart from the strength and fullness Don’ t need to think –… Read more
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TODAY
There’s a sounds of jazz in my house today Trumpets are cracking the melon of water it’s sanguine juices dissolves in an undetermined chords Does this separate our worlds? The bordelines of our music the structures of our words This labyrinth of daylight is diffused and there is no chances of rising above it today… Read more
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The braid
Observing the motion of two empty swings trying to disperse the anxiety before the dusk comes counting and recounting glittering backs in the parking lot noticing children running behind the houses without thinking unnecessary only the laughter and shrieks that’s true i wish i could become more healthier through mine poems through mine intertwined words… Read more
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Metamorphosis (as it is_)
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… Read more
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Here
That fulfilled Emptiness Moments joining hands creating something chain-like something vastness-like from there to here That gawky Emptiness That rest between innumerable probabilities and innumerable realities All here together in one place Here Here Flew away in the looping time Here is visiting the long tables of Gods Here is hiding in the open field… Read more
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