It is irrelevant in the sink under the mirror. /For my love/ Lubomir Tomik In the sink under the mirror, pieces of bloodied skin, age from the face I sank into the pilot's seat, cabin dazzled by white light ossified ossified ossified soul burned on a trunk, animals at least once an hour they fall into the river, time is irrelevant Irrelevant. Everything is irrelevant. The bite of the inner worm. Irrelevant.