Waiting for Eternity
The lights are rushing, the white ones are swaying,
back and forth, flickering on the windows
bindings, looking languid
through the eyes of a freshly cut chicken...
Why did you leave?
I was disgusted by that reality
that I saw, people and what...
Everything around, everything that was like
into the sea, dirty and unnecessary,
tattered and broken and... Her hands
suddenly stretched out and she became
like a bird, turned into a white spot
jumped out of the window frame, and there she flapped her wings and flew away
Into the distant clouds...
Spots float across green meadows
Turning the living into ashes...
And the spots floated across the face of the sleeping woman and formed pits and wrinkles,
aged, locked there in the shadows that cannot show reality to another creature.
The anticipation ticks, endlessly along the highway, orange cars rush by, one-sided and
impersonal, and he clenches his hands like a demon, white as snow against the dark
background of the lamb decorating him. Disobedient blue eyes, large fish, look at you, he
covers them with long algae eyelashes, stretches out and places his two thin legs with his
hooves on the handrail, darkening in the counting silence. The girl hugged her face and fell
asleep with a blue inflatable pillow on her lap. The doors slam, again and again, louder and
louder... The stains on the glass flow down like frozen rain and it seems that there is a whole
cosmos around you that you cannot comprehend.
And until darkness comes, I must
there will still be dawn.
Green scarf with eternal flowers,
paint your past with happiness
So as not to remember....
Small numbers flash when cold
screen, crossing with letters,
It’s like there’s a fight going on
With that invisible that is unattainable
Scarlet juice flows down the lips...
light on dark and someone’s
breathing, tinkling...
The demon froze in the pose of a sleeping miser.
And the fact that he never loved anyone,
couldn’t and didn’t want to...
Turned into a star...