The ineffable Word
as a chronicle of a forgotten grave,
ineptness of the innocent.
I get stuck in it like in snowdrifts
of my thoughts in chains.
Cain learned the cost of repentance:
“Gadol aoni mineso.”
Autumn leaves are falling,
say goodbye to the summer garden.
Frost is on the skin.
Goodbye, goodbye last summer!
Leave summer passion,
run away from the feelings of forgiveness,
and let happiness be lost
with all the shimmers in this world to fade
My train is to nowhere.
I say goodbye without shame,
you are alone in the night -
we drank everything to the bottom.
Let it be emptiness,
you count to one hundred,
and there is no me in here –
our sins disappear