the sky had frozen, arabesques dance so wild
streets flourish with much ravenous squalls
hair is being crossed by achromatic threads
only a few steps from the dandelion fairy-tales
just as you wake up on the opposite side of the globe
inaudible placement of your fingers strewing today
for another her: your lies and your rational decisions
everything I can hear even here
falling asleep in my wine-flavoured coats
trying not to think of you, thinking of you
a bit less empty as your place in my cold, cold bed
cold since believed to have been long made for you
as the noon child’s cry goes on in my cracked bones
fresh sharpened cutlery echoes through the humid streets
and mind creates its own consequences
to which we are just mere results
well:
you are on your own
I am on my own
becoming
complete strangers to each other
on time
it’s so obvious, pre-planned and well-thought
it has never been this white, smooth and real.
I get up to gather my pack of cards
uncurse the moments, untie the patches
until the slenderness of my skin is heard again
in awaiting of nothing but sun and spring
I reckon old landmarks
saying all over, again and again
we are the most in being the least
airy chambers of palace, gentle flowers
thousands of colour shades and infinities guessed
I am carefuly hanging thin tightropes above life again
I will soon return on the half-way between
this wonderful noisy world and calmness of deep sea-like sky
to bask in the rays, to soak in the stars
to walk with brisk softness, to fall asleep in ease
without armour of redundant coats and scarfs
