PRE-SENTIMENTS POST-SENTIMENTS

Never-little invisible bird as a singing leaf
Never-wayside cross for climbing presentiments
Ever-Slavic word with incense and cocks
Ever-turned-to-future-memory
Ever-the strong perfume of post-sentiments


Maybe I should have been the eternal wave of sea
Liquid to the depths and only in the depths-the hart as a little stone carried
by wave
but ever insoluble in liquid vastness
Maybe for you I should have been an ever Monday morning
The fired pole of week
And even more
It was a summer populated with vertebras
You ordered in this vestige land
The necessary scrolls
The geometry of pre-sentiments
Till the summer surrendered to you its prerogatives
Till the sand became some decoration for your knees
Till the sun and moon take the form of your breasts
And your eyes set a concrete name to horizon
Now I am listening in ferns and sill lives
In the selenium migrations in uncertain shelters
The completely singing
The strong perfume of post-sentiments