Lozenge, contributed by Viktorija Bogdanova
How silently hollow are
the bricks that flow through lonely walls,
like a stony droplet over eyelashes,
they pierce through every mortar scar,
is too narrow for your body,
is fractured by my feeling.
Like a drop of sugar,
dissolved in frozen wormwood,
my being is rolling
in an abyss of cynical points,
while everything around me
is pressing like burnt skin,
I am silent, I cry
crystal with colourless sadness.
Not a single story
believes the one who erased it,
not a single light
radiates for the dark it has buried,
except one damn lozenge
resting upon a foundation of fractures
and its black permanence
swinging through painful ruins.
(Kokino-megalithic observatory, 19.02.2013)