WISH (4)

And from your thought sprang a Goddess

Speech and Poetry

And then came Winter

With a sun half, moon dark, bloody,

splashed by our sacrifices.

Lying parallel between earth and sky

Hands wide open

Vertical rays pierce my wrists

And they are holding me captive, there.

The ancient nails of the slaughter of Ideas.

There were the signs reminiscent of the struggle.

Let it be easier next time.

Let`s rebuild the ruins

materials New and Old

Let`s move on…