ROOFS Poem by ALEK VUKADINOVIĆ

The house is fitted out sounds are heard
Echoing tremors are stirred and stirred
The paths will travel time will persist
The world's and persists does not desist
Rhythm from rhythm is gently spread
The house is fitted out is not dead

One spell on another stride by stride
Par away does the world's end abide
When the infinite light narrows down
The quietest place's house circles around
The house has forest again behind
Which sprang world from out of your mind

When tied up with unusual seams
Then travel wonders colours and beams
The seamstress of the world nets that gleam
Sows through the house - bound by the dream
The house roofs in accord halcyon
Each roof is next to another one