Miloš Đurđević

1961 / Rab

Morse, My Deaf Friend [and then it withdraws suddenly...]

and then it withdraws suddenly, two days of fierce vertigo, the loss of
basic orientation, shiftlessness and confusion like at the end of the
tunnel that suddenly ends: that side road you have somehow been sure
you should take, for a while, suddenly forces you out, into the ball of
liquid light that doesn't spill over, you are blinking, waiting, not
knowing where to go next; above you thunder echoes in waves that
are not spreading out nor flowing, not a breath of wind from anywhere
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