Avant-Garde Poetry From The Streets Of Europe

Hello people! I am a new member of the Steemit Community.
From this moment, all fans of literature, and those who are not, will be able to read my poetry in English. I hope that at least some of this great love for life will come to you. I love you all...

ILLUMINATION

the grinding of thick night
crumbles the silence

a dog howls before dawn
from a blind spot an elusive beam
shoots straight into the eyes

arms catch the fall
from which they are risen
once again

in the epicenter of
insanity and chaos
the head slowly hits in
the breaking point

behind a wall a wall
historical emptiness and
illumination

there awaits
mud of time
in the cryogenic
pots

one more leap forward
and we’re over the shadow
which is no more