The Armchair Is Daydreaming | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Fotel buja w obłokach.
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jakub mistral
The armchair is daydreaming.
I put out the sky over me.
The floor creaks
like a big wheel of time.
A ray wavers on the bowstring.
I put out the sky over me.
The floor creaks
like a big wheel of time.
A ray wavers on the bowstring.
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