The Key
( xxx Nosze przy sobie …)

1.

I am armed with the key
Which turns around in a lock
Like Earth around its axis

And it lets outside from apartments
White ladies
And white mice
And white cats
Onto the black snow

2.

Small villages
Crisp like sugar on roofs
White dust
Basked cats

What's become of it ?

Who has framed them in wood ?
Who has covered them by glass ?

3.

My world is in darkness
Divided by canvas
Light is behind me

I will be projected
Onto a white screen
Just towards the wheels
Which are turning back

Black horses and carriages will arrive
Ladies dressed in hats with feathers

My father will approach to me
Will take off his hat
Will say
That I look pale

4.

I have inherited follow my father
The travel-case
Which needs to be guided everywhere
Holding its hand
And to be taken onto my knees
Like a kid

Every evening
It feels itself
My hands hurt my legs hurt

I have a headache

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From: "Dom o zielonych oknach"