the flocks of snow-white birds
are tearing away across the sky of hope
and their tired shadows
are rushing along
upon the salty waves –
away – away – away
from the blood-red sunset
and the approaching storm:
both birds and shadows
want to break through
the time and space
for not to disappear
in the dead night's apocalyptic hush
soon after
from 'Amalgam' (2010)
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