Friday, 28 August 2015

За сестри и музи/For sisters and muses


In this thickness of forest,
I might have been half done by:
you know the kind of thing –
out of breath or off the map,
midway through life
and imagining the unimaginable.

Only that was what it was,
just there, a word or two,
a phrase that spiralled out
and up and between and told
of endlessness, a silence,
the endless possibilities.

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