Consider that when one is in doubt
stable bridges crumble
mental spaces filled with cavity
hyperbole of animated what-if’s.
Consider that inside a great resting space
lives that may be filled with grand sorrow
great cheer may be confined to day to day
or years gone by 365
the stories of mankind are never the same
they range like landscapes from dusk to dawn
shadows and lights playing
on crevasse of faces distorting or clearing
their internal spectrum,
depending on the season.
Anna Rozwadowska 2018