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  Aug 2023 Draginja Knezi
Rastislav
(A Vigil in Shadow)

I walked where dawn had not yet stirred,
Where even whispers feared a word—
A field of ash, or poppy flame,
Or dreams too dead to hold a name.

She sat—not posed, but merely stayed,
As prayers do, lost in lips that prayed.
Not silence, no—but something near,
The hollow gasp behind the fear.

Her eyes were voids where stars had fled,
Too weary now to mourn the dead.
No mirror, no—an echo, frail,
A fading hymn, a ghosted trail.

No speech between us, breath was all—
And breath, it seemed, had learned to fall.
Yet in that stillness, deep and bare,
I felt a need that hung like air.

Not mercy moved me, but a grief
That sought, in her, some small relief—
Recognition, raw and dim,
As if the dusk had called to limb.

She looked—perhaps she thought me flame.
She looked—and found I’d lost my name.
And yet, in wrong, we both were right:
The sky was aching with the light.

No end she bore, no birth had I.
No soul, no song, no lullaby.
We breathed—and lo, the field grew whole,
With death, and dawn, and one lost soul.

Then off I stepped—not from, but to
Whatever breaks the black in blue.
And still, beyond what eyes can see—
The light begins remembering me.
Draginja Knezi Oct 2022
Waking up to calendars to dos
To kids to yous
To video calls to wars
Waking up to history

Waking up to waking ups
Having coffees having breaths
Having work
Talking projects
Celsius
Sunshines
Cats and cups
Books and bills
Loves and lives

Waking up to walking corners
Zebra crosses
Goals and grades
Exams and exits
Curtains and mirrors
And miracles
On the membrane of times
Keeping the World from being torn and unwoven. A thread.
Draginja Knezi Oct 2022
Talks precise
Talks like shooting arrows
Bullets
Bombs
There is nothing we can precisely say.
The World is thought and spoken
In circles
In spirals
In unexpected and unsuspecting
Meetings of words
The World is spoken of freely
Clumsily
Naively
There is no truth
And if there is any
It’s this
Keeping the World from being torn and unwoven. A thread.
  Aug 2022 Draginja Knezi
Rastislav
and I
had No
More
Tears

and Oh Skies!
and Oh Trees!

and I
had No
More
Voices

and the Universe
was rocking
as if into
Nothing
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