Lyrics:
Bedouin arrows
Lubomír Tomik
laboratory
cold and silver
air saturated with cleaning chemical fumes
sterilized
logic
it stops working
in a state of weightlessness
thoughts and shores
„Akerveh“! cried the scientist, „Bread of angels! None of the people will ever go hungry again! We’ve done it!“
his colleague in an ironed white coat
looked up from the microscope and said enthusiastically:
„How much margin do we throw at it? !“
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,,Královna Holí.“ Anima.
Midian Poet 