Trans-form in an organic movement,
the soundless sight of your being,
in a vast and undefined moment
where space and time morph.
I can't stay in physic boundary.
There are other fields
which have no words.
Silence dress up
the inconvenience of ignorance.
© NAD WOLINSKA
Previously @nadversion56:
https://steemit.com/life/@nadversion56/the-blacksmith