A BEAUTIFUL THING takes place

Poem By Miroslav Kirin

A BEAUTIFUL THING takes place:
the evil as short as the sound.

the snow has abandoned its whiteness,
the touch its body.

in order to make a blood-
bathed body white again,

we have abandoned
our measures & persuasions:

we have afforded ourselves a joy
of being blind, deaf & dumb.

in their newly created lightness
things bounce and never come back.

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