Meditation on Snowflakes

Something is happening.
I want to have a look into the future.
But it's so scary. Too scary.
Dreams are streaming every night, like a TV series.
Sleeping with no rest at all.
And it would be good to work as a cat.
Like my dear cat,
warming my feet and spreading alpha waves.

Better not reading the news.
Everything is known in advance.
Tsunami, riots, economic crisis, transport collapse.
The grandfather raped his grandson,
the grandson killed the grandmother for a bottle of vodka.

People buy out matches, candles, salt and buckwheat from the shops.
New rich people have been equipping bunkers
worth three thousand euros per square meter since the summer.
The builders who built them bought tickets to the Maldives.
Maya in all its glory.
December lay on my chest and did not move like a cat…

And I'm sitting on a wide windowsill,
listening to Mozart and Tchaikovsky.
I admire the landscape, watching snowfall.
Unbelievable.
These megatons of water fell to the ground in a fluffy layer,
Snowflakes are so unique creatures.
No one resembles others.
One can find twins among human beings,
but never among snowflakes.

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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020