Poems

Small Communities
All our dreams crammed together
In a too-large world

Window into world
Internet interconnects
Unimagined friends

Caffeine shots
I love it
Dizzy
Nausea
Overlapping
Ripples on the shore

Quivers shooting down your spine
Molten ice
Frozen lava
Not a word,
A deafening cycle

My friend,
We walked up the steps to each other…
For every step up we paid
But no coins, no likes on social cage, no grams…
With our own currency, filled with undivided suffer
And just today, having emptied their long pool,
We came to each other
Twisted and slightly bowed,
Having conquered this height
Rejected by everyone but presented to Heavens.

Through your translucent face
I see the truth forever hidden.
I hear a cautious voice
And in it, your split thoughts
What I can easily read:
As for the particles of your words sublime in me,
As in a flask, alcohol is combined in pairs,
As on the wall – grains of a multi-coloured panel.

Your heart compressed like a lump of newspaper
It still rustles in your chest
Singing out a dull mournful song,
Like a thread of whistle stretched
Through the intercostal gaps
Your athletic chest …

You knew:
Long-suffering paths
That is why they are elevated as
The array of the passed steps remains there, below.

My friend, can you see the stairs
That are running straight to Heavens?!
From now on our rise there is free of charge…
Drawing parallels in the sky
That will lift us up like a heavenly escalator
Endlessly plunging into layers of unknown happiness…

Shards of humanity …
As usual, ringing, they float somewhere there …
Our blood remained on their sharpened edges
Which we emitted unwillingly, passing our way along them.

But the clock has struck:
We leave them
Handing into their naïve hands a blue sphere –
This whole world …
And our supply for these gifts is now depleted:
Kilometres of film-tape, folded from our earthly lives,
Reset to zero today … at noon …

We came here together…
Each through our own ladders,
Alone… tired…
And here our stairs converged,
Who opens the gates of Heavens right from Earth…
Me and you –
Like two wings on the body of a living butterfly,
Symmetrically different,
But the common in souls unites us
How the belly of a moth holds its wings…

The Steps to Heavens are so close!
And how badly you want to step on them …
But ink is still flowing in our veins:
Blood is the paint for printing earthly life …
And we will leave the stamp of the old way,
To prolong a visa for the road ahead …

You see the light that creeps down the steps from Heavens,
He envelops us with a ribbon
Seeps through our skin:
Having lost blood, we are filled with light instead –
There is already a different life in our souls,
That we designed when we met today.

We take off, almost as one…
We are taken from the Earth
Like air, like water, like warmth …
Like light …