by Ivana Stoykovska
I walk the slow path of experimentation
slowly, slowly transmitting realities through imagination
imagination from within to cement, station to station.
No decorations. Slow materialization
Pictures hyper-change before I can capture
the essence of ideas blowing mind
to the sounds of slow lucid perception and
slow critical understanding combined.
Slowly, slowly I jump in conclusions
wax sealing directions of inconclusive vicarious manners
curving inner disturbance balancing with still,
forgetting skills, mistaking toolkits for kittens,
regretting unperformed performances for faster digestion
of the slow food preserving the documentation of punctual movement- a declaration.
I slowly sit in expectation
slowly reading, slowly writing, slow creation, inhaling slow concentration,
connected in utmost alienation
slowly shaping the native voice of communication,
prescribing memories of alien landscapes, intense scrapers, notion to the asthmatic state of nation,
slowly deciphering scribbled thoughts- descendants of standing ovation.
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