Another sleepless night of travelling awaits.
Will challenge eyes to read, to concentrate,
And all my promises to stop, to feed, to cheer me up -
Will find their death under kilometers of stones.
Et le chauffeur, il va rester silencieux.
My nose will find itself in Yenissey,
Will play another Roma song,
And will belong.
This knowledge gained on brain infection
Will be a feast for figments of imagination.
They wake, they wait, they seek the spark
Sung as an echo in the dark.
Her fingers helplessly reach out
Only to loose the touch
With voices, smell, and warmth.
It snows above the swimming pool,
They swim - my thoughts - around the boat,
Along the three of us,
Wave back to school
Where the piano teacher
Counts, screams, and uses metronome
To organise the creature,
Cold but in and effort to warm up
To linear events
That never end,
That always haunt,
That bring them to the place of holes.
Why did she wear toxic-colour sweater?
Why did the green stay in their mind?
Relation to Shiko?
To physics?
To the little plant
They accidentally destroyed?
Unending wit -
She meant to compliment,
And did succeed.
Slopes down so steeply -
I will get nap.