There Standing Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

By the window that never rhymed with the door
Poet healers perfectly know the diagnoses
And the names of diseases
With a monthly subscription to lunacy
They feed the lottery ticket containing an impossible combination
In which harmony merciful opens the possibility
Of there standing before a renewed plunge
Into a chaos of self standing
And suicidal beauty against the curse of staying alive

There standing out of the opposition reach
At the edge of the knife flash
By which a pair of apparently harmless hands
Peel the rind of a poisoned fruit
They never killed anyone except with a morsel
Cut instantly from the depots of organic trash
Which – ironically- counts as a natural death
Their fingers play Harlequine thumblet dance
On the borders of the wristwatch
A kazachok among the knives of clock hands

There standing deictically unsung
Within pro-nouns void of entities
Hyperphorically overemphasised atrophied
Through the fall into here standing
All alone beside a language
Frozen at the tip of the tongue
Scratching the walls in the throat of anxiety
Postoperatively processed in each glacial season

There standing the breath cut by the river flow
Where to breathe is a gift
Where laughter becomes almost a sin
A hope salvation straw
For a Pandora coming back to the box
A crime scene that’s never been got over
Where love is a revival flame
Beside a globe burning
After a failure history and geography class
And faith-
Those who never knew the knowing
Were blessed with the greatest knowledge