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Olymp

The bells announced six o’clock,

the bells are never late

I woke up, running to the window,

it is widespread in the middle of the wall

 

the wall is in the other room

I could hear the wings flapping

and blowing the wind into my chest

I had to run faster than the sun

with my eyes glued together

 

but It was hard to tear the night out of my lashes,

you should’ve seen the crumbs

sloping down to the floor – beware not to cut yourself

when the light takes you out

 

I arrived and stretched my face all over the glass

just to catch a glimpse of the snow,

closer

to feel it

melt

 

while my fingers slid along the surface

Suddenly, all the lines dissolved under my breath

line by line

they flew away

 

“Is the snow always so white?”

 

And the mountain is white, too.

Olymp is diving in the sea,

then rises up

in a glorious victory.

 

I have to crawl to reach the water

the shore is far away – Outside of time

only a shallow scrape in the sky

I think you heard me whispering – Space has such a delicate skin

full of scars that don’t bleed anywhere,

nowhere

just fill their gaps with stars

luminous constellations,

sometimes fall on us

and break on the ground

 

Do you hear the streets screaming again?

And the people, they peel their skin

with all the love wasted in vain

It doesn’t matter,

I love

only love

to swim

to flee

to water the mountain.

 

Olymp is again

deep down

the bottom.

You are awake,

let’s go and throw some pebbles.

The water needs them.

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