Borce Panov - Pivot

There are times
when blood comes naked in our home
there is time
when blood is only red blood cell
juggle with white blood cells in me
and sometime it is only white blood cell
juggle with red blood cells
there is times hugged like apple's seeds in apple
in warm apple that ripens in my palm
there are times when the soul
lengthens like shadow in front of my body
while I am walking in the morning from east to west
walking on top of her and after footprints of the day
which like a sand chain knit and unwinds
inside of me
because my lifetime only
is the awareness thru I'm looking at you
raise me up like a human mountain
oh, there is a peak in me
Hidden among the shadows of time
And distant pure shadows across to him
and toward him you, Lake, like a blue eyelid of thehorizon
and splash wave of dark, scale, abyss river
raised on my vocal cords
like cry call out into high:
Platckovica,
the name of the mountain of my childhood
pull down in me like a tower of tears
you call it
so
I am silent like a pivot whose shadow weigh in underthe zenith
while slowly
the pointer of the death grows behind me
finally, I know how to read the letter of light years
asleep in the middle of clear starry night
because the soul is bottomless palimpsest
juggle like a white blood cell
with my red blood cells
Therefore the time of my lifetime only
Is the awareness that I am look on you God
When you raise me uplike a human mountain

Borce Panov

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