is the layout of keys
on which I tap. Quite abstruse,
this keyboard of thoughts.
But I repeat it so often
I almost have them beat.
From one layer of the mind
to the next to the furthest
strands of idea
as if a sink has clogged.
Still by some channel
my fear drains off.
Words and thoughts don’t leave,
up and down.
Or become pure letters.
I’ve switched on the timer of silence….
Translated from the Polish by Karen Kovacik
Header image by Richard PJ Lambert
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