<Plumbeous Passages> Poem by katerina shmelyeva

7500 miles ago
the dawn is not over.

more signs of gold can be seen
among the heartashes,

and even if the lead cooled down,
significantly less shadows're
cast by the indifferent suns.

divide et impera. for you
this restless soul never sleeps -
NEVER-

eventually settled so far
in a dream, it isn't inclined
to desire anymore -

and that doesn't look sad,
just a sort of interior alchemy.

it's wider than ever,
happily escaped
the eternal frozen ground
of conventional lovecsapes,

and even if it takes
a few more apteral lifes
to get back where we begin -

and we SHALL begin, you and me -
the chances are on the increase.