Eli Spivakovsky Poems
|1.||Dark Black Cherry Blossom||1/15/2013|
|2.||Corps Of Wet Doves||6/10/2013|
|4.||Kaastuene - A Short Story Based On A Found Poem||10/1/2015|
|5.||Our Optic Fibre||6/30/2016|
|11.||Dry Ice Sublimation||6/30/2016|
|12.||Lushenko The World's Greatest Ice-Skater||10/20/2015|
|13.||Storm For A Storm||10/3/2015|
Storm For A Storm
The snow freezes in the air
The air itself doesn't freeze - that's called 'diamond dust'
The snow actually stopped altogether
suspended like a stalactite in the sky
Immediately afterwards the horses storm our cathedral:
a storm for a storm
I can see your pupils beating
expanding like ink in milk
And what if all the light that is left is the light that has left our eyes?
I came here to pause with you
to increase the spaces in moments
so if we ever needed to run we can hold still between things
and run faster
We can hide ...