The Vermilion Moon… I lift up my arms.
Chandra Namaskar. My Saint Vitus’s dance.
My stream is smooth. My breath is deep.
I count pulse. I curve and slip.
Another circle… a bow… a leap…
My rite is done. It’s time to reap.
The Moon is glad. It smiles and winks.
It drips on sheets like bleeding inks…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
Наша призрачная связь –
Полустертый иероглиф.
Неразборчивая вязь.
Еретический апокриф.
Нам не хватит слов понятных,
В темноте идем на ощупь.
Может, повернуть обратно?
Так, возможно, будет проще.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
Maybe the world is cursed
based on causation
The more people
the more words spoken
Phrases were sacred
easily kept secret
when there weren’t so many
interpretations
When the tomb
of Qualia
wasn’t daily exhumed
by SPAHR PLOPS
© All rights reserved 2014
I stand on the precipice of darkness, overlooking the world,
Reborn, a metamorphosis complete…
I walk naked and exposed in the forest of life…
Searching for my equal… my soul… my mate…
Cognizant of my mortality and nakedness
I remain undeterred and continue to walk.
Thorns are ripping my flesh as I walk
Insects are feasting on my blood, and yet
Unfettered I continue on my journey.
It will soon be dark… I will be walking blind soon,
But every journey has its trials and tribulations,
Mine is no different…
Growing dizzy… growing faint…
Crawling on my hands and knees…
A noise is abuzz in the forest
It’s getting louder… it’s getting closer
A shadow is looming in the forest
Growing bigger and bigger
My journey is coming to an end…
Lying on my back now,
Covered in sweat and blood,
I await the noise, I await the shadow…
The die of my life has been cast…
I open my arms, I spread my legs…
I cry out, “I am here”
I await my destiny…
Good or Bad, is not for me to judge…
I am who I am, and that’s all I can be…
by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014
Как передать словами… тишину?
Сквозь полудрему слышный шепот ночи?
Как сахар растворяюсь и тону
В настое горьком сбывшихся пророчеств.
Я снова темнота и пустота.
Дрожит в углу серебряная тень.
А утром меня вновь заменит та,
Которая предпочитает ночи день.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
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