Death
Last words, your house, a rational fortress, are entwined with silence,
as if the ivy both with the sun and rain made profit for the glory,
as if the life hasn’t passed another side, but by the sleep,
by the superstition of the past years with such rapidity of breath
without name or father’s name, with one alarming ah! Who was taught,
let say goodbye, indifference has no idols, there is a room with no
exit and entrance, and its walls aren’t painted white color, rather
no, more likely foggy color, and the suffocating emptiness suits your
breath,and the room and body, is swaying, like a dandelion in the wind.
Behind the length of minutes both the time and separation are hiding,
it’s accomplished in the caressed tiredness of nights, in the
incomprehensibility, lack of will, we need only a point, your eyes by
the pupils of commas don’t make the reality slow, but extend, and
breathing of unspoken words becomes a stumbling block, as an accomplished
fact, as a subject, standing at the entrance to the door of predicate
events. And the unprecedented anguish, it had been here before, but
who perceived it seriously, at that time we were just mistaken and took
its majesty Queen of emptiness like the spineless sadness. People come
and go, and the abyss is widening, growing, pulling as a magnet and
there is a wish to disrupt before the deadline, before the eternal
predictability, such as you, but only still standing on my feet with
a vigorous posture. The elusive smile, like a shadow, walked through
the children’s face, sorry, in your dream you played and forgot,
you are unaware that it’s forever, because the pain, like a ball, barely
throw – it falls to the ground.