I don’t know anything about the other side
except it makes me part of it
and I need to struggle in the dead of the night
to walk out of dreams
make sure not to leave myself behind
because these
are not dreams

I can’t sleep
it is because when I do
I fall into some other place
besides dreams
there is this other reality
I can’t escape
because when I am awake
I can just drive off
to any place
and be left
alone
but not when I fall

People tell me: “go back to Poland
it is not too late”
why should I?
I am OK
where I am leaving from now
and
I am afraid to be happy
too late
become a poster boy
for deafening regret

For God
has no mercy upon the slaved
and his Word
is just a sound

cathedrals will tell

how close we came to our fears
and far from him
while He listens
hoping to fall
suspend

each generation

the instrument refined
but usual monkeys steal the show
each and every time
to His glory
the lamb is put to a sword

further
how much?
and in what that further you want?
time?
ask for it
and it will pass you by
length?
from A to Z?
land of space called nowhere
bend it
it is in your hand
wed you life for the last time
in a ceremony of newer day
look at your face
a motion picture
fear is not an option