The airstreams’ clout breeds on catching stiffed breathing,
Life goes by a chance and the chance is unspoken.
Shadows kowtow stripping stellar light’s sheathing,
horizon’s concealed, but its seal – slightly broken.
The taste of the morning lost tartness for briskness,
still pleasantly zestful and classic in coffee.
So moments check smudges of dimness for weakness,
like two little eyes caught with sneaking on toffees.
The clouds’ lingerie’s laid to whitish its colors.
Rays spread and an eye finds dispersals erotic.
Bold minds are submerged in awakening. Dollars
soak badly in greed spiking new semiotics.
June 18, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
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