Nut-Shell

To Nelly Gwynn.

How easy it is
To behave like Judge of All Earth
Like Lord of the World
King of Infinite Space
Master of All Britains
(Oh, come on
Stop inventing the wheel
Just write here any loud title
Which will be forgotten in a blink of an eye)
While still sitting in the nut-shell
Showing not thy face to the world
Like a little boy
Who hides somewhere by the hedge
Places his palms over the eyelids
And considers himself to be unseen
Invisible
Untouched
Virgin
For looks are mouths
And words are touches
And gossips… continue my simple thought by thyself
How pleasant it is
To hold a scepter in your hand
Knowing that no one will dare to deprave you of it
Or to mock this symbol of power
You can build a castle of pure gold
And it will be real
Until someone else touches it
And it will turn to clay
And
Statues
Columns
Stairs
Everything will save its shape
It will just turn to dirt
Will you notice this change, my dear guest?
Come in
Nothing to be scared of
It is not a Hell yet
Not even a Purgatory
Just my own little shell
Stinky
Narrow
Coffin-y
But safe
The door grows into the wall
After you’ve entered it
However, it’s not a trap
If you wanna leave me
You may imagine yourself a little witch
And use the fireplace
Only don’t be angry
If afterwards
You really feel yourself the one
Cleansed by fire
Nay, you can jump out of the window
And run away
Run from me on your broken tiny legs
Just choose a rainy day
I wish to add more dramatic air to this picture
Get out
And never try to crack my nut-shell
You are bringing the spirit of some big world
Too young
Too primitive
But we cannot breathe the same air, darling
Don’t give me your live water to drink
Fie
Just leave it here, on the table
I will sell it later to some jade
Deceived by her husband
You know, I can look and talk like a genius
I can depict almost any character
To make my demons laugh
But I don’t need much
I just want to be Master of All Britains
King of Infinite Space
Judge of All Earth
I am modest
I am idle
How easy it is
To sit in the nut-shell
And to consider yourself to be unseen
Give me leave, darling
Go book your one-way ticket to Paradise
I can even recommend you the best inn there
Just get out from my own little shell
Stinky
Narrow
Coffin-y
But safe
I didn’t ask for such feelings to me
Too big
Too young
Too primitive.