Abecedarian telepoem

I wish you held your breath for a while, a prolific unit. A wild hypoxiA
Touches our faces while we learn to stand out in the crowd. Silence is a staB
Of a cold morning air. People having their hearts tied to an envelopE,
So could we be but for a clash of principles. Needles of the 'ad hoC'
Daring inclination for time-saving touch us. A new apprenticE
Believes the autumn sky, transluecent and freezing, will succeeD
At growing its presence within a foliage-clearing plot. 'NebbiA'
Is not merely fog, it is a way to sacralize the inferioR,
Hilarious points of self-expansion. Like a light violet jacuzzI,
It covers with deluges of water the stains of paraphiliA,
Making life as impeccably impressive as the tropical atoll, wild and uneveN.


© Maryna Tchianova

*This is a telepoem about youth in different countries, their stories of life and loneliness, love and breakup, social situations in which self-expression through art is also connected with rapid personal growth. 'Abecedarian' means 'very simple' , but nothing is more complicated than growing personally, being able to take control of one's life.