since when you left
the silences around
the staircase and on the second floor
immutable are standing their ground
becoming part of local folklore
I’m reaching for the fiddle in the rubble
of echos - the loudest of pests -
on tallest of all mountains - Evertrouble
that never promised anybody rest
when in rip currents - go with the flow
of sadness, hope, reasonable doubt
with ever faster spinning of the globe
the time is gushing thicker down the spout
prevailing chaos seeds its territories
and flashes recent headlines for a proof
among the cries “o tempora o mores”
I’m standing tall - a fiddler on the roof
2021
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