Space is blue as morning
as noon, as evening
At midnight the dark forest parts for you
Our mouths are space
our craniums, wombs
the air tunnelling songs through our lungs
Space is where all space lives
it broods near its edges
darker and more vehement as it swells
Space has spoken, you can hear it
where you are, where you will be
There’s nothing more primary than here
Light lifts its corners
where space becomes space again
and all colour is stretching like a tree
Space is a window, a shining
a murmuring screen
green as heaven, blue as the underworld
Lift your grassy tongue into the dark
hear how your feet walk through each space
how blue they become
after Space, Dušan Marek