Gabriele Brunsch: Escape

© by Pero Vaslić

escape

(for Miroslav Dusanic)

I hear

the progress of time,

on the rise,

loud sometimes, other times quiet

...

slowly-slowly, limping

contracts are

lightly-jumping, prancing

then hop,

fool me -

.

they bring me a mirror, shattered shards

past scraps

Editor sequences

bright-dark, wild pulses through,

changing quickly - stark picture of the lived

hours.

.

I put my shirt on the body

and feel her cold skin of ice on my

white.

then I open the window ...

and the blue of the sky I'm

final

memory blank

a being of light ...

© by Gabriele Brunsch