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Lubomyr Serniak's debut collection of poems is like a movement through life, uneven, sometimes torn, sometimes slow, one in which you have time to see the patterns on your neighbour's shoes and be inspired by the clouds.

And sometimes you don't have time for anything, because your breath stops, and only images are spinning before your eyes - pungent, prickly, too recognisable or too exotic for each particular head. Therefore, «finishing» here is a (self?)ironic goal, it is much more important to get into the right rhythm. After all, this collection is more about moving upwards, the movement of growth.