DISHARMONY / Poem by Ibrahim Honjo

Poem by Ibrahim Honjo



I am passing, crawling
By the azure sleeplessness
I harmonize hunger with winter disharmony
With ghosts and sycophants
Slander blue snows
I fall asleep in bear’s pool of mud
In the morning I wake up with thorns in sight
I take bears as blood brothers
In some powerful blueness
And then using a stick made of a black thorn
I count the news
And line up illusions
Until the day comes
While from everything
Only disharmony is left

Ibrahim Honjo, “ROOTS IN THE STONE”

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