1
Words are a picture of everything we see and don’t see around us
Some words we admire, while others we’re ashamed of
They have settled within us and escaped from us
They have their own scent and color
Some are mute while
Others
Have a
Voice
A fragile word climbs boldly
With thin and golden rays
Like a tiny creeper
It skillfully ascends
From plain rock
To a sunny shrub
And even
The sun itself
And some strut and boast loudly
At the top of the hill
But we know that by doing so
They occupy space
And nothing
More
2
Like a stream, words sometimes come quickly and leave even faster
There are those that wait long for their dreamt moment
There are those that recklessly chase their anxiety
On any given day and in any given freedom
A word is only a word when
We acquire a sense for it
The greatest word is sometimes
The one we don’t even
Utter
One and the same word
Is still not the same
When entering
And exiting
The alley
Words are truly everything and words are indeed nothing
(And even those expressed here
Dust has already settled heavily
And carried them away into oblivion) It is possible
Until when
And the dust still falls even more
Because
Although the boilers are just now
They quickly become withered and old
And for them, nothing matters anymore
Not the crowds on the street
Not thirsty faces
Seminary)
But a new word is awaited
3
The owners carry them in a bundle and display them like any merchandise
On the heavy stalls of small and large traces
They are stale, worn out and barren
Like old furrows –
As soon as the new morning sees them
As soon as it touches them
The sharp eye
Of the day
(It seems that only a few small words are still worth something
From whose sharpness and bitterness invisible
A man caught in looking
Begins to ask persistently
If he is becoming smaller
Or if he is
Becoming
Bigger
The enormous ones from various bogoslavias
Of metamorphoses or liturgies
Empty wordplay
They are lethargy beings
And beings
Defeatist
Empty
Words)
4
Words are contained in everything
Words are therefore everything, but they are also the limitation of everything
The only word that is still awaited
Is the one that is supposed to come from primeval times
From afar.
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