Some poetry I wrote last night
Flipping through the life
The city centre
Minding the gap
I’ve never had time
A wide grey sky above
stone below
none between
in this moment, no
one minute more, but in the exactly time
precisely
chronological
a whisper breaks the physical silence that wrap in us
crosses the never-so-dense atmosphere -
that is grey, cause only grey is allowed now -
a zeppelin silvered of a shocking brightness
travelling through the wise man
they look through back but there’s no more wisdom
there’s no more knowledge
and what to know
in this moment, that proceeds the first one
there is no more moment
it doesn’t exist
lasting sth
in the gap of the centuries.
Mind the gap!