Through the fleeting days
floats like a shadow - the incorruptibility of life -
led by your hand
to your own homeland.
Perhaps you are not a saint;
maybe you're wrong, but right
paints another world,
a beautiful world, but without a rim.
The lens reflects the light
like Paganel glasses.
There is essentially nothing in it,
there is only light at the end of the tunnel...
But your crystal keeps trihedral
World. Initial. Primordial.
November 11, 2022
VII. Rim of the world
© Copyright: Александр Михайлович Дворников, 2022
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