A Blade of a Hundred Facets

Through the world, through the gloom, through dreams,
knowing no borders made of time,
having known happiness, pain and fear,
I walked the Universe to its edge.

I understood the whole wisdom of the Void,
where dark and light stand side by side
and build their bridges between the stars.
I found my world. It looked like hell.

No seas in it, and no mountains.
No ground, no sky, no constellations.
But there is the open expanse of the universe’s forces,
and a wind of pure energies.

Here I will create my own fate.
Without delay, all at once,
I will step into the whirl of the elements
and fling paint across the world’s canvas.

Now there is sky, and there is ground.
There are mountains, rivers, oceans.
And a house that no one made but me,
on a blade of a hundred facets.

Facets out of Chaos, carrying light
into the dark, passing time by,
taking dark eternity in return,
and flying out then to all its ends.

Strange, the world I found —
my home is here now, and above it
a shining halo of currents,
on a blade of a hundred facets.

The Eternal Wanderer
Translated from the Russian by the author.

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