The Polish Original Sky by Sin Posca

I should start with this: the sky.

A window without sill, window frame and pane.

A start, but,

Open your mouth wide.

I don't have to wait for the starry night,

There is no need to hold the neck.

Look up.

I put the sky behind my neck, hands and eyelids.

The sky binds me tightly,

I can't stand still.

Even the highest mountain

No deeper than the deepest valley

Closer to the sky

There is no place better than another.

More sky.

Sunkus Murinas' chance to ascend to heaven.

Like an owl spreading its wings.

Rolling in the deep's object

Fell from the sky to the sky.

Granular, sandy, liquid,

Inflammation, volatility

Fragments of the sky, fragments of the sky,

Waves, piles of sky.

The sky is everywhere,

Even in the darkness under your skin.

I swallow the sky, I excrete the sky.

I'm a trap in a trap,

Is a resident,

A hug, a hug,

Answering a question is a question.

Divided into heaven and earth—

This is not about the whole.

The right way.

Let me move on.

At a more explicit address,

So that the people looking for me can

Find me quickly.

My characteristics are

Ecstasy and despair.