Only nothing has the shape of truth,
an amorphous dream of falling through.
Only shadows sing of the divine
- an endless sorrow and a flying swine.
Only the Unborn will eat these nights,
as I sell my soul to lights and parasites.
an amorphous dream of falling through.
Only shadows sing of the divine
- an endless sorrow and a flying swine.
Only the Unborn will eat these nights,
as I sell my soul to lights and parasites.
© Nikola Gocić
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Original size: 4 x A3 (29,7 x 42cm)
Absolutely stunning. And the poetry is as eloquent as the artwork. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the compliments! <3
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