Down Syndrome Art, Growing-up in socialistic Poland

The Dream of Kasia

The Dream of Kasia

I am lonely. Why are you staring at the computer screen, not me? Where do you dream?

Tomorrow I will make an experiment. God will do confessions. Will He have time to talk? Can one can come to Him and talk seriously? Where do you dream?

Do you die in your clothes? There are small rooms in Heaven, beds, two rooms and two beds. Why did God create the world? Where do you dream?

I would like to know when is the end of the world. Is it on Saturday, Tuesday or maybe Wednesday? When Liniewski calls tell him that I am cheating on him. Bury me in Powazki and cover me with soil, like you covered Father! Where do you dream?

—found poem, from the words of Kasia Puciata

composed by TweetsPeakPoetry.com, Oct. 2013