You started parenting
a blitz,
against my nest.
I am bleeding on my lines.
It is hurting
me a lot.
Like breathing in chlorine.
The mercury rises, falls.
Towards unknown blues,
you took a dive. I cannot
read the signature―
of nemesis.
Would not find a
kindred spirit. I was trying
to follow you in dark.
The story does not end
here. Back to antiquity, did you
believe in a second cousin
of moon, that were you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The formless divides becoming divine. I feel it especially in the pulsations that rock my foundation. In the sun the snow becomes smooth and rounded, before it becomes dirty and pocked with unsightly holes. It's like living with chlamydia in a paradise of one.