When it glittered like a wound of open galaxies <br />With no road you stared at centuries ahead centuries behind <br />Naked down the bodies the shame was dripping <br />Of the first skywatch after the snake <br />When time bit both you and the bird <br />Spaces sat on chairs infinities to observe <br />Spaces leaning on the thought of their end <br />Agreeing to the thought of the end observing spaces <br />Amid the twilight a brush was dipped by the painter <br />It coloured the trails of the rainbows <br />That would be sold the morning everafter <br />To the slaves without the master on rumouring markets <br />Put in heavy chains staggering under the burden of words <br />On the lead made pavements under lead made steps <br />It walked you at dawn through an exhausted walk <br />Of endless repetition the light was eating you bit by bit <br />The one that merely wanted to be an opposite of darkness <br />And grew to the honour of every blindness it pushed you down my brother <br />Down the hollows of your own sight <br />Down the streams that were never stepped over <br />Rising to the point of flood <br />Like the breasts of earth when for the first time <br />You hunger stricken asked for its core <br />Down the forests when you cut <br />Her spring green her colourful autumn and dry summer blankets <br />For you wanted to leaf beyond a leaf <br />And you could dive in without the root <br />And you had been given too much <br />Like no one before <br />To build to speak to dwell to be <br />The bite of the snake the trace of the bite <br />The blood of the trace down your eyes <br />Into the red with no trace at all<br /><br />Miroslava Odalovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-red-trace-down-your-eyes/
