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You ask if I have any stories

But all I remember is butterfly’s wing flatter,

The thick bush against skin as I rode my bike,

Old family dogs panting under the blazing sun

And a drop of dew sliding slowly, slowly

Down the blade of grass.

How it felt, seeing you for the first time,

How it felt, letting you go.

written for escapril: 10. fog

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Someone help me, I’ve been looping this for HOURS.

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I'm a tragocomedy actor in the theatre of satire

You should laugh

You can laugh

You must laugh

As a choir

All your hymns - a great gift for a modest actor,

If I could I would leave, but the concert - завтра.

Please don't cry for my past and don't scream in horror,

You're a part of mistakes I'll commit tomorrow.

On my knees, crown fixed, not all jewels present

Laught at me - one who dares argue with cold reason.

Laugh at me - one who still hasn't closed his heart,

Yes, you must,

Can't you see me,

laughing at my art?

If I don't it'll just leave me alone with failure

Lost in vulnerability, pitiful behaviour.

What can one say in snow, when the night is blind?

What can one say in hearts when their mind is white?

I tell words worn by tongues, I tell stories told,

In my eyes you can see notes of skeleton.

You don't need boring young beat up thing like me,

I don't need your old truths, your validity.

So just watch

Or don't watch

Who am I to say?

You should laugh

You can laugh

You must laugh my way.  

2019

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He keeps dreaming about birch trees and unkept fields and leaned fences, of snow as tall as houses, of crazy summer heat and the river, of catching tadpoles with a net and setting them free after, of lazy street cats laying in the sun, of poplar fluff everywhere, in his nose, his t-shirt, his hands...

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I used to write poetry, back when life tagged ruthlessly at the strings of my soul, splitting the threads, cutting, forcing out torrents of music that shook against my vertebrates in thundering waves.

It was clumsy and that's why it hurt and one day I decided to play for myself. I grabbed life's forearm and I guided it against me, my hand firm, sure. The strings trembled, lovely, bittersweet and the waves flowed, through my ribcage, out of my fingers.

And when I touched others - it flowed into them and I could feel it - something as delicate - flowing right back.

The waves coalesced into a heartbeat, now steady. And I keep it like that - my heart…

Shhh, listen.

Steady. Now. Steady.

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Pearl levitating, iconic moment

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Mercy… art by Huang Dong

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I like this, its very grown up

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