Pale House

• I saw it in the suburbs, also in the center of the town,
  during a vast night: the unique texture of these bushes
  followed me to the doors with its eyes,
  and as for me,
• what has began as life soon turned
  into a much wider project.
  In our previous detachment
  we were able to go around, to travel
• even in most distant corners of the country,
  seeing always the same materials
  of our daily activity: lawns, clothes, food
  illuminating us in the dark, as if covered
• with intelligent mold. Pretty preposterous attractions,
  don’t you think? Meanwhile, the real homework
  was that we came out of somewhere
  already preformed, as if made for measure,
• but deprived of the original image.
  It’s been a long way. It started with a drawing,
  but soon it became clear,
  that also these planks, boards and water with dirt
• are just not enough.
  “I’ll remember your shape”,
  said the naked wall
  and became a canvas of some indifferent afternoon.
• And now it imposes a mesh of its individual concepts
  entangling this pale house
  of days that are yet to come, although already for a long time
  we are all living in it.

― Marcin Czerkasow