Karol Chmel Biography

and
in coffee: future: disintegrating
cube of sugar

infernus: my memory, mirror
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a beer from alena
(thirty and four)
waiting for foam
to collapse
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dandelion from eva
(turned seventeen)
waiting ‘til it ripens
for the wind
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In my own room
I was walking over the bottom, peeping under mirror,
bringing shadows into light, wiping dust
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This man still insists on hope,
drinks water from his palms, falls on grass,
he learns abc, counts on his fingers
again, smiles
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