Something Of Crimes Poem by Vladislav Martynovitch

Something Of Crimes
This is something predictably lost
Among those who are ready to lose:
Try to capture it - at any cost,
Try to hold it - without the loops,

And without those prisons or cells
That your mind is so quick to construct,
And without denials - those bells,
That sound blindly amidst cataracts! ..

Just to listen is seemingly felt
Through the touches of exquisite tastes:
What be lost, is so potent to melt,
Leaving holes in a metaphor's chest.

Warmer hardness - and harder is warmth,
Cooling down for every prevent:
Is it going to pay off, the Worth, -
Looking forward to borrow a rent? ..

Credit faithfulness accumulates,
And in line it with distance performs,
Sociality pathos through gates
Leads for nothing, - and blowing horns

Meet procession, the Losers' Triumph, -
Of the Meaning, the Weight and the Time, -
Smashing bottles on battering rams,
Raising cups to Success of the Crimes! ..