there are sounds everywhere
that you will never hear again

***
We’ll die of love
We’ll die of AIDS
Life bets at their highest
Prices for graves are rising
I kiss your imaginary portrait
Rain washes away memory with transparent watercolor
I love you like at the very beginning
I’m dying without you before and after you
Birds meet the winged dawn
Meanwhile the cast-iron night in my heart is growing to burst

***

the bird said it would be quiet and the air was filled with no one’s breath

and in the evening on the corner near the lake birds flocked and were silent

I watched the birds and was also silent, unable to move

meanwhile, somewhere far away, very close, people plucked up the courage 

to yell when a stranger with the face of death roars artillery at them through the window

***
God looks like you and also like a section of forest burned under the snow
The rusty bones of the snowflakes show me the grinding path
I step quietly so as not to wake up the little Jesuses – not yet resurrected flowers
Nobody knows what will happen at the end of the road
Probably at the end of the journey we will all return home
After all the earth is cruelly looped by an ellipsoid
But now in front of me is a fork of cast-iron milk of the night
Where should I go: forward or into the future?
Each step seems like a step into the grave abyss
The cemetery stuck like a sticker to a shoe can’t be peeled off
A snowstorm begins and the voice of the wind begins Celans aria
The ivory of the sky dissolves in the eyes
I lose strength and reluctantly fall asleep on chest of the wind
I dream about you and it seems to me that now you are even more like God
My body is covered with a blanket of snow and I’m burning for the last time

***
white tea of the day
sugar time cubes

the powder of my views dissolves in your thick boiling water of silence

red triangles of the walls of the long night
You don’t /everything is obvious to everyone/