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Resurrection
is the layout of keys
on which I tap. Quite abstruse,
this keyboard of thoughts.
But I repeat it so often
I almost have them beat.

From one layer of the mind
to the next to the furthest
words leap,
strands of idea
return again
as if a sink has clogged.
Still by some channel
my fear drains off.
Words and thoughts don’t leave,
just shift
up and down.
Or become pure letters.

I’ve switched on the timer of silence….

 

Translated from the Polish by Karen Kovacik

Header image by Richard PJ Lambert


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