With No Price
That’s the same corner.
There the Light
splits up.
It passes to the left
and sinks into the sunset.
Yesterday the sun broke.
But now I’m looking ahead
(in years the blindness
allows it).
And the golden spider,
slowly,
is creeping to the sea.
Do you thing the broken
brings happiness, if not the egg
(it’s white inside).
And it’s said
“…his blood will I require
at the watchman's hands”*
With no price.
*Ezekiel 38.6
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2010
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