Sandra Fabac, poem (Prepared for publication by Angela Kosta)
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CRIMSON SHIFT OF EXISTENCE
(Return)
Man of this time
you who have learned to think in interruptions of rusty wires
to recognize love
in notifications between meaningless scrolling of screens
resembling paper
Admit to yourself
when was the last time you were without noise
searching for a moment to stop the soul
to let a gentle butterfly reach your hand
to pause
to rest
to notice the old bark of a tree
Admit when
In this chaos of the universe
a force rises
that pulls you forward
it does not ask if you are ready
The circus of existence
mocks faces without shame
without pauses
while waiting for the applause of time
Realize you are small
that life watches you with glass eyes
your neurons scattered across the crossroads of fear and helplessness
Man
you cannot reach peace because you lack love
that ripe core of a juicy apple
bitten in a single moment
and remembered for its sweetness
Icarus still flies within you toward the light
even though he knows wax remembers its limits
yet man still reaches for wings
You will understand that your sacred body is lost without love
you are decaying deeper into silence
which reveals the scream of your heart
Do not despair
turn toward the sun in the warmth of the sunflower
The battle is not lost
only the red shift of existence has caught up with you
You will understand that love is the only mercy
on your scattered and noisy path
Do not grieve man
you can surrender to love
Rise
but not too high
Focus has never disappeared
out of love only you have been lost
Pause in the moment
bite into a juicy apple
do not despair
another day surely exists
in which love arranges everything
© Sandra Fabac
poetessa humanist ambassador
Croatia
Prepared for publication by Angela Kosta
