Pretty hard truth: for the planet we are
as words in Polish starting
(half-step distant from occurrence, perceptible).
The only real thing is what happens
In unspeakable, unspeakable.
you – at the same time a cartographer
and a map created by her.
I, like the main character of the children's book,
who traverses a fantastic land,
valleys full of magic, hills of spells
(There any are so happy that they spit
with fillings, others – with joy frost
in motion, they look like figures,
blind eyesight),
He experiences amazing, meets him
thousands of unreasonable explanations
adventure and yet realizes that this full
peregrination was carried out only deep
The thought of my beloved, I understood what a miracle is.
I'm just studying topography.
I already know how to kill black dragons,
that like shadows take my shape,
How to make fun of a god who's worried about a stone.