... I speak to the heavens.
And hundreds of them with wings
are emptying my pockets
in the alleys of Eden, as if
like I'm hiding something from them.
Bones sticking out of flesh -
my body turned inside out. – A Naked Soul. –
I don't care about immortality, take it all!
But leave me a home where I can
to come back to, and that's all
I can't ask for, and I won't.
Silence. Oh, it is so in Your spirit.
It was not in vain that I left You,
when You made me – Your heir.
petals and feathers
fall with the snow
on the scorched garden
no regrets
no conclusions or reprisals
i'm the last man on earth
All The Air Has Been Ripped Out Of Me...
(from the cycle of telegrics "Transcendance", July 2023)
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