Gestures merge with sounds,
Prolific and touching,
Closing up in expensive stores,
Making up new domestic chores,
Gestures merge with silence,
Crowded empty fields
Enormous manes of golden seeds
Gestures break into the mind
A lonely mind of a machine
That learns to empathise
And twists-turns-relocates
Into another galaxy.
* About music, space and time
Gestures
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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