TE22 Potpourri

Jacek Gutorow

Invisible

Intrusion

Silent Explorers

I try But nothing’s coming out Nothing will ever come out From this white prison From these shallow mists

Dusk. We descend the slope into the valley. A lake of lights spreads before us. A silent bird swept up by a gust discovers the way to the third heaven.

From these stones that line the river That flows within and without me And knows nothing about me Although it is my deepest Repeat The deepest river

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