New is what we knew
sometimes
and now we don’t know
what we have known
the noun
its remainder: no
of the relative reality
whose name is Nothing Else
and what we know now
except the snow
which thaws with us
our snowsledge
that is unreliable
as the reality itself
the sledge that slides
on the ice
which is maybe
but isolates us with our cry
I
I
I
and the age the edge
cuts off us one by one
12.01.2006.
The snowsledge
© Copyright: Владимир Микушевич, 2012
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