Dance with me, breaking the seal,
let the admirers be jealous!
They’re bored to the dust,
the windowsills!
Give me your hand! There’s no need to look
neither at God, nor to the side!
Dance with me! Here Death
serves the Raven!
Provoked by Madness, with a thin thread
I weave my way.
Dance with me a little
under the full Moon!
I won’t find my way back,
and without you the sea has no salt!
Dance with me at the gates
toward the Unknown!
The forest turns red before Death, –
what’s the difference for you?
Today I’m a rogue Fox,
a prankster!
Hurry up! I’ll soon be burned
in the fireworks of Consciousness!
Dance with me at the edge
of the Universe!
I’m not a dream, but dream books
won’t help Adam in Paradise either!
Dance with me! – I… love…
the windowsills…
February 8, 2009
Dance on the windowsill
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