my generation is lost too czeslaw
our cities grand, nations united
still lost. right now. profoundly.
but the swallow performs its instant ritual
loving life its only duty
the boy, lost, craves for the beauty
he knows is elsewhere.
lost, the delusion of elsewhere.
the cities grand, lost, Europe too.
my generation, lost, Czeslaw
the swallow perfoms its blind duty
and we are lost to its ritual play.
the ultimate moment, its fragrant fragment
your world perfect at last
sweet milosz thank you