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Aug 2019
Masquerade


I'm leaving my body
the costumes are borrowed
from the changing room of life
my face belongs to a foreign person
for the moment
someone's invisible hand
removes my life
as a used prop
I'm leaving
to start playing
in the new mask

                                              

Van Gogh's Ear

The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds
yellow clocks wearing hats
are sitting at the table
mirrors are laughing at me
things are ticking
in the echo of chaos
I spread
burning wings
suspended
in doubled dimensions
the sea of colours
is shaping sadness
I feel so lonely
in my locked reality

                                                      
The Walk

I'm listening to the immense sounds of the sea
amidst the echoes of the past
the sky absorbs moments
I forget the names and shapes of things
in the chaos of passing
standing on the shore
in the absolute astonishment
the waves are taking time
which has left
turning the memories
into emptiness





Infinity
I'm looking at people
lost in the rushing universe
I'm only a drop of time
in a gust of eternity
I'm searching for the truth
in the music of things
wandering in the world
like a blind bird

Meditation
The heart beats faster and faster louder
sounds words and thoughts quiet down
I drift to the islands of childhood
body and soul are still muted
they float on the other side
thoughts merge with water
I swim deep into myself
wandering without tips
for transformation
I drift
getting ahead further
deeper and deeper
heart beats more slowly
becoming quieter

The Dancer
a drop of water
unique in cosmos
in the changing river of time
passing like a single life
I'm only a shadow
dancing in the emptiness
Written by
Anna Banasiak
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