Dedicated to William James 

In the beginning was the Word

That ripped the silence with violence; 

My beginning is screaming with my end

Echoed among crossroads of alleys. 

The shades of me

lay in fragments and await

Like an agonising patient

Cut by the injustice of a new dawn. 

The moments will scar with the unknown 

Carried by raindrops of thunder. 

In my beginning is your Word

That ripped the violence with silence;

The fragile light shivers with the unknown

Waiting patiently for the wonder. 

The world whispers the lonely notes 

And trembles with the will of surrender; 

The savage dance of gasping souls 

Stutters speechless

in trembling drops. 

And the rain stops. 

On the other side of the train tracks

Let there be a piece of a feeling. 

In my end is my beginning. 

                                                                                         Michal Musialowski