An oldman in a chair,
Conservatory guard,
He knows:
In Georgian "freedom" means
"You are your own
God" —
I have so many questions
And answers seem so distant
Am I a sick person or a virus itself?
Am I a sound or a key or just a finger that creates some pressure?
Am I a poem or dust covering a bookshelf?
Do I exist or only film existence?
Nor a dog, nor a piano,
Am I a body of a letter
Or an attachment
With a stupid picture?
Am I my favorite meal
Or just unknown spice on top of it
For someone's fleeting pleasure
Before they have next tincture?
In meaningless desire for the truth
We're somewhere close, aren't we?..
Conservatory guard doesn't respond,
He falls asleep, he's almost silent
Only mumbling:
"Cveli baushvi khar"
Tavisupleba
© Copyright: Жутко Громко Запредельно Близко, 2022
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