Suddenly so broken
and defragmented,
so cold and charmless,
so tundra and so taiga.
No leisure but vice
I lengthen the time making it an eternity,
an eternal becoming that goes here and there,
beam of light ember of fire
Sterilize me
make me sterile,
infectious of grace and prosperity
buts buts buts buts .
Make me cry,
don't forget to make me cry,
sporadically,
and hopefully
spontaneously as well.
I vindicate fear
I turn it into a badge of suffering,
desire for pure will
that evaporates in its sad
sameness
I fork the message
there is nothing to say,
nothing that a mortal hand can
actually say
Let's forget it soon,
without so much guilt or ceremony,
like naive children
perverse soul,
as insane,
like us.
I let go of your hand,
L'Otro has come back to my mind,
I wish you your wish,
and may the stars lead me to you,
see you soon I'm not leaving
Photography by Denis Ryabov
