And if I unravel spread my wings like petals of a tangled rose
you may say I’m acting heading for a catastrophe
you may find me mad like a wild horse and even more morose
And if I untangle the galaxies in me all the star constellations begging to be free
if I find home right in here in the darkest night will you call for me
or let me be quite alright
will you see the moon heading for an eclipse the Milky Way shrinking in its remorse
will you allow me to be right where this place has always been meant for me
in the shadows and the dusk in the clearness of the desert’s midnight
under the ground of the thousand jungles in the light-less room without a window
because it is here I finally feel it all the limits of my breathing
all the possibilities that hit the mighty wall of this life’s being
where death and guilt disenchantment and despair meet coincidence and antinomy
where shining bright means being pitch-black grimy
Ivona Bozik 