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In the dark awaken sleepy owls, 

overgrown with silence,

their eyes fixed

upon the red moon,

which smells of moss,

the northeast,

and your hesitations.

Whenever you are seized

by a passing shame,

my elbows strike against

the sands of time

through the night.

The broken lines of our youth,

slanted and uneven,

collide with one another.

Turn away the masons of time,

so they may deny to others

the time once promised to us,

imprisoned in cascading motion,

with an unsteady step.

Aleksandra,

I am Leviathan.

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Pavle Gligorović (1988, Montenegro) is an author of three poetry collections. His work is published in literary magazines and poetry anthologies in Montenegro and Balkan region. He is a member of the Association of Writers and Literary Translators of Montenegro. His poetry has been translated into Hungarian. Italian and English.