Дата: 16-03-2009 | 06:34:19
Unshackled, I rise from
my confinement,
I step on the window sill
and put my chest
under the autumnal stream
that planets gain and spill.
I fall as does a pear
under the gardener's blade,
to miss his palm and disappear
in the root-woven mud.
I fall as does a stout
peacock when his flare
abruptly folds around the shaft
that pins him in mid-air.
I fall as does a slender tower
when a withered man,
buried to hold its pillar,
crawls out to be born again.
I feel night's fingers
run through my hair,
I spread beyond the garden's
borders, I am everywhere,
no different
from a pear shoot
flung up by a peacock's wings,
from a tower sprouting tall
above the crib that creaks and swings:
a momentary sum of all
coincidental things.
Вланес, 2009
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