Artispace Poem by Jan Nowak

we wanted to meet, two souls alike
same same, but different,
separated through time, through experience
bonded by similar ideological convictions, similar mental landscapes.
Horror, joys, we know them alike.
'Look at the sky, I'm not here, people make me anxious'
his voice uttered through the phone.
We'll meet again once my age reached yours,
which can, which will never happen.

Panta rhei.

The Panda smiles at me in the zoo, panda is enprisoned, like all the liquids setting to stone;
social physique.
Watching a nature docu on TV, me, erstwhile revolutionary, I try to enjoy those moments away from my banking job and fail miserably.
La Vida es eterna en cinco minutos, give me nothing more, he chanted.
but life gets chopped away in five hours.