— It seemed there could hardly
be anything simpler
Than turning once, and failing to arrive…
Yet who are you now, and where —
Author, actor, or merely a witness
Of a drama hinting slyly at farce?
— How uneasy, how strange it is
To speak of something else,
To slip away from the plot,
Finishing hastily the tea that was offered…
Was Beta lost somewhere in the initials?
Was it I who left? And you chose to believe it?
Then expect no mercy!
Once again I rush on, breathless from the long run,
Growing drunk on the scent of thawing snow.
— Another day now lies behind.
2026 (1999)
Intermedia II
© Copyright: Сергей Зигле, 2026
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