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Have you had this night
When it was cold but not enough
For…
For you, for her, for him, for death
Or anything you wanted to achieve
By throwing body to the streets
The cold, the freezing air of which
Could only shake, but not destroy you?
How is it even possible to ice
The heat
Of passion of a dead?
Must be, until he wants, no thing will
Get
His body.
Have you had this night
When burned to cut the beat,
Desired to destroy the battery
Producing heat
That even night could not cool down?
When almost breathed the water
Of a future going-down,
Of what and how
You’d feel,
But always,
Every time,
Again you found a way,
The very road for being?
Have you had this night
When crossroads light
At once lit red,
The moment you did come
And that was it!
The very sign
To go not there,
To change the way,
To change the direction of your mind?
Have you had this night
When no thing, no body,
And even no you were there to
Help!
?
There were a number of redemptions,
But for whom?
For you, for her, for him, for death?
For me, cause that was I,
That “I” who pointed “into”!
And now is trying to
Run out
Of innumerable,
Timeless words I
Said to her and my
Self, too;
“We will break through!”
Through what?
A stupid idiot!
Of possibilities
And variants of that one
“Very true! The very true!
The truest!”
But I thought so.
The problem is, must be,
For two,
Instead of two …
To where it led?
A bus stop bench,
Where there is
Only Me and under
Wooden two.
Have you had this night
When the decision of the crossing road
By metro way or over it
Turned philosophic?
And, what a thing, you chose “above”
Because the very thought of
Downstairs was already abusive;
There was no need to choose the first-
You had already gone that path.
I’m having this one night
When wandering throughout the city
Of decompression I did like,
Did need
But
Now am loosing…
Lost, to be exact.
I hope you’ll have this night
When trying to throw out your feelings
By spending time alone with night
At first you hope to run them down,
But soon reveal you are the
Only one under the strike,
And at the very moment of that
Understanding,
The night, the whole and full of sorrow’s
Gone.
It is still dark, cannot deny it,
But a few hours of redemption is enough,
You’ve got enough of ice,
Not with the cold of night, but
With the words of hers.