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Spaghetti knots


it is the silence

i have been writing about

the separation of twenty years

during a life with another

you cannot remember

the spindle of sun caught

in an apologetic curtain

the yawn of a plant growing

the sympathies of the cement for the sky

who say all the same back

the naked nights that live and die

that stretch towards you

that look for you

barely there anymore

the ears of a caterpillar

that destroy themselves

to turn into a butterfly

who cannot hear the language of the past

memories splattering themselves

in a sink

the alphabet of dreams

god giving suffering

god giving salvation

tomorrow finally arriving

the love for all those that have grown

out of it

the yelling of a yellow painting

the moment after the last page

of the first perfect novel

the accurate picture of someone else’s


when the top of their heads

are cut open for us to

ponder upon

a dog drooling on a morning light

a coffee hollowing through a body

a heartbreak

the child that lifts his father from the floor

the first rainfall that dries before the ground

the last words of a suicide

a song you could sing when you were eight

and things were different

until the sound of change of then to then

to now




doing to do

and to forget

about all the noise


About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)


One thought on “space

  1. Beautiful language.

    Posted by Sara | June 10, 2017, 5:34 am

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