SHAPE OF ABSENCE
I
Whatever is gone has spread roots here, in the same position,
sad, silent like the big house vase that was sold once during
the difficult days
and in the corner of the room where the big vase was placed,
the void remains in the exact shape of the vase, thickened,
immovable, shining in the reflection of the sun sometimes
when the window shutters are opened
and inside the same vase, that has changed its substance with
an equal amount of substance from the brilliance of emptiness,
the same gap remains on the wall it only sounds a little more
painful to the ears.
Behind the vase you discern the colour of the wall
darker, stronger and more dreamy as if the shadow
of the vase has remained engraved in a sarcophagus
and sometimes during the night, in a soundless moment
or even during the day amid the talk,
you hear inside you a sharp sound, bitter and undulating
as if an invisible finger struck
that absent, sensitive, crystal vessel.
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