1. 4. Moscow - Ouranoupolis. The bridge of March

From the Beginning of the true Beginning,
the path of one’s Tomorrow is set,
as well as Misty Worlds of Howard Love-Craft,
as dates of palace feasts, the magi maps,
the spiral of ascension, each performance
on stage in theater, compatible surnames,
unambiguity of banners, flags, the order
of days and times, revenge of March, and more
your February, brazenly marched through
on canvas, black and white, by blooming April!
I’m a flower, so young, impudent… witch?!
Here is the chalk to circle a protection.
In binding – utter nonsense! – full of love,
enough for everyone, my paper boat’s sailing
among the ice, alone, and that’s a sin! –
You think the emptiness beyond the line is beauty?
Offset book’s pain boils, burning in the cold,
it’s bursting out, bubbling like a poison!
The knives of talks are sharpened by deaf brain,
illusions of my mind and judging grannies:
– A century of overdue! – I’m late…
one hundred one per cent of railway stations,
both too iconic and not so much at all, –
that deadly late to our love-story…
But still I love you – as forget-me-nots! –
Admit it, hiding shadow in silence,
you, drowning and mute, just look and see:
there are no anchors more in Friday matrix.
The cozy hole’s a shelter for the knight,
reality retreats in sleeping niches,
the star above the Mountain fell down –
again, against and breaking laws! – a trifle?! –
Your net for butterflies has catched my heart, enjoy!
My empty sack awaits: away with whom or how?
engaged or doomed to follow the trail?
to day? to night? or captured? under blanket?
The ticket’s shrunken – efforts were in vain.
The Universe was stitched crosswise beforehand
on a typewriter, fiction like, by God.
They forecast frosty air of mimosa, –
The winter is preoccupied, – dead end.
The slap of insult in the face of blizzard
flew off its hinges. Guarded from above,
too vulnerable, girls are so fragile!
Is the Creator kidding? – What is left
of spring in stash? The snow got a coma.
I’ll use my veto power – dark times! –
Turn on the lights! I’m heading for the summer.
Let’s overboard the sadness from the ship
of Galaxies! I am a treasure island,
so moor your Universe, since from the true Beginning,
the path of one’s Tomorrow is set,
as well as Misty Worlds of Howard Love-Craft,
as dates of palace feasts, the magi maps,
the spiral of ascension, each performance
on stage in theater, compatible surnames,
unambiguity of banners, flags, the order
of days and times, each step as well as each
my April and your February, even
revenge of March? – no, crossed out, so
it means the bridge...

February 04, 2024

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