Heaven’s Bread Poem by Borce Panov

Nebesen leb
Heaven’s bread


Insomnia
like a black pot
that is boiling
in the middle
of a field
with
black ants
tortures me to realize
that my life
was only
a dream
and a shadow,
and all kinds of seed
are hidden in me,
and instead
of me in reality
could be
anyone else,
but still
in a dream
and in a shadow
a little flame grows
among my words,
a beginning as
a bread
from
the heaven
that lights
my whole life
forever.