The Shape
Dejan Stojanović
Home of the Shape
We will go far away To nowhere To conquer To fertilize Until we become tired Then we will stop And there will be our home Anti-Shape
The shape looks for its opposite But the opposite hides
The shape feels it But doesn’t see it
The opposite is its mother That’s why she hides her face Almighty Shape
One hand I extend into myself The other toward others
Both are the extended Hands of the Almighty Shape
My secret is simple All secrets are simple The Shape and a Smile
I recreate myself That is my only power
In search of a smile— A smile is light
I enjoy it when the world smiles The more smiles, the warmer I am
I smile Because others are cold too The Shape and Warmth
Insufficient to himself only By himself he warms others up
Searching for a smile He avoids the spent shapes The Shape’s Speech
Until the end of his journey Movement will be his story
One of the stories is the light Passing from story to story
He stops only When he gets tired of them all Father and Son
You ask how it is possible To be your own father and son
You should seek answers Although it is better to anticipate some To be the light and dream The Cloud and the Shape
The cloud is the first shape He expands and compresses at the same time
He retorts his desire into the multitude Smiling as he swallows himself up HAPPINESS OF ATOMS The Shape and Society
You are so alone
Large shapes endure in the distance The crowd destroys them
And this that you call solitude Is in fact a big crowd The Big and the Small Shape
From the same place we come But you don’t remember that
Still, you carry a part of my grandeur; Without you, I am nothing Happiness of Atoms
I am a shining shape A big Atom and the small Sun
I love movement Uncatchable
Sometimes you see me But don’t recognize from the inside
I’m neither enigmatic Nor discontented
You would say that I am happy Shape’s Weakness
You are made from me I’m saddened by your sadness
Powerless to do anything Through your weakness, weaker I become The Life of the Shape
In some shapes I am alive In some—dead
I am the shape who creates shapes Creating means living Glow
Sullen You don’t rejoice in my glow
If you would just understand my glow You would start glowing too Deafness
I like to talk To your deafness
I ask the silence: why? My clarity is obscure
I remind you, spoil you In deafness
I admonish you, punish you With this weak voice of mine Imitation
You anticipate my unmistakable laws But overlook them
Instead of imitating me You simply loiter Citizens of the City of Light
I am the shore and the ocean Awaiting myself on both sides
I travel Always arriving in the same place
Imaginative I always find the best way
Happy while traveling I watch the light
Multitudes of homes-citizens Inhabit the city through which I swim Return from the Dream
What kind of a dream was it And what kind of return?
The dream was not ugly That’s why I stay mute
Words won’t describe what I saw Only through silence can I express it
If I would really start talking You would become silent Mathematics
My mathematics is simple One plus one = one
Your problem is in that You like to add
With me: one minus one = one With you: it’s zero
Here lies the only difference I and I
I don’t know if you are me Or I am neither I nor you
I lose faith in mathematics Logical and rigid
What with those That even zero doesn’t accept
Mathematics doesn’t care About those beyond the numbers Motion
Through everything I have passed But nowhere I have been
In the biggest and the smallest I sleep But at the same place I stay
Wherever I go I run into myself