From slack depression
of the autumn equinox
towards the shining silence of
the winter solstice
I gradually move
Sliding smoothly down
along the spiral track
of the vortex of eternity
through the space of sparkling splashes
of yellow, blue, red, black.
Sweet dreams
of those bright days of
feverish excitement
and hectic
obviously senseless life –
they flicker
on the faded dirty screen
of weak unsteady humans memory.
Sliding smoothly spiral down
detecting dirty scraps of childish fears and pain.
The nasty Octopus of deep offense descends
and covers mind with sticky foul substance
of deadly fear and sweaty sickness.
How can you stand it? You do know you can't.
How can you live with it? You know there is no way.
You only can escape it to another space.
Now sliding smoothly down
inside the vortex of infinite far point
towards the place of perfect peace.
There is no fear, no pain, no love,
no mortal slight sensation
but total penetration and imponderability.
You feel integral and whole-hearted now.
Come on,
slide to the shining realm
of winter solstice.
And welcome to the place
of perfect peace
of
death.
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Pavel Nichkov
Dec 22, 2010