You and I are nothing
2026
ConsonniRaziszewski, Warsaw
2026
ConsonniRaziszewski, Warsaw
( . . . )
'What is the wind, what is it’.
This melting has that shape nicely, falling from the sky or emerging strongly.
A box. In it, what.
It comes out, or can I leave.
Air feeds it, if alive something. It breathes or it sleeps. Or it does neither.
If nothing, still it.
A bar of. A shadow of. Two ways of saying
is empty
nothing and yet
is lonely
Under this city a billion tunnels, where one eye is sweetly sweeping.
'What is the wind, what is it’.
This melting has that shape nicely, falling from the sky or emerging strongly.
A box. In it, what.
It comes out, or can I leave.
Air feeds it, if alive something. It breathes or it sleeps. Or it does neither.
If nothing, still it.
A bar of. A shadow of. Two ways of saying
is empty
nothing and yet
is lonely
Under this city a billion tunnels, where one eye is sweetly sweeping.
