e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Milena Wieczorek
e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Milena Wieczorek
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When swimming the Lethe I visit you in dreams
we drink oblivion and pluck the lyre
Drink
I will bring you a crumbling glass
from the ruins
VII, The Final Home, from the cycle Letters to Anne Frank
Numbered are the steps, the days that drip like pearls into the abyss.
I remember
the men
who fell with a flash of beautiful anger