at midnight I go blind and turn into a fish
living deep below the ground
dreaming of the hum of the black water
dreaming of a lover jumping out of the fire
in an unknown city
where one walks backwards in shoes made of algae
while the black-haired angel gathers pieces of decayed smiles
covering me up to my chin
my woeful ancestor
the tree that wriggled itself out of the ground
to pay me a visit in the night
EN 
MK