Goodbye, Blue Sky Poem by Denis Olegov

They stuck colorful wallpapers to walls,
they cover coffins with the flag of peace
and behind the scenes
took away our breath at the labyrinth.
(Time to go...
Is there anybody out there?)

And everyone is Theseus without Ariadne,
locked in prismatic physiology
of selfish and avid desire.
Instead of climbing up,
we break through with injured horns
and we throw the broken keys
in front of a putrid door.

They won't admit us beyond
the hologram projection of the theater
with orchestra of voiceless faces.
We stuck in our mind of
five-dimensional collateral
myopic perseverance.
We just can wave at camera
of the funny paradoxical reality.