Poetry in translation. Translated from Serbian by the Author. 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