2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43
Peering into the sky.
Peering into the sky, I walked. Clouds, the wind drives masses of water back and forth, thoughts in my head, white dust of consciousness, strung on an eccentric shape, impossible, unique, constantly changing, vibrating with its fibers of the soul, I am in love with this cloud, it reminds me of my childhood, then I didn’t look at the sky, I looked forward, then down and to the side, it’s scary to look back, I wouldn’t do this, peering into the sky, because dad won’t understand if I look away looking into his eyes, cream earth under my feet, clay soufflé and sand mixed in the rain before last, a solid substance that does not want to give up all the juices of the earth, it stores them carefully in itself, filtering them like milk through its tissues, but the sky will still take them for itself, it will be drunk in full, it will be covered with thin sweat like drops of sweat on the forehead of a tired men, heavy breathing of the north wind, this deep wheezing in the bronchi of dense forests, inhale exhale, and so on until you run out of strength, falling to the ground, covered with grass, lie down, rest, you won't get up soon, and when you get up - then do not forget to stand, and run, run faster behind the cloud, fly on an airplane, look through a thick window like a girl in a mansion, look out your happiness on the horizon, adorn your face with delight at the sight of Him, because he has been waiting for this for so long, and not it is important that you never smiled at him, he will smile back at you when you leave, again along the path of childhood, trampled by bare feet, those sensations of contact with mother's skin, feet are buried in a soft mass, because mother will always take you into your own fantasies, and here again, you looked up and your feet, like in concrete, froze in the ground, it does not let you into the soft, you look at the fluffy fan of divine breath, so inaccessible and elusive, you get lost in it over and over again going out into the city, in your eyes light haze, wind in your head, earth on the soles of sneakers, and you no longer know what a touch is, how and when you managed to forget everything looking up, blinded, you pull your hands up to the powerful shoulders of dad, you feel this warm look on your left, hefades in the lights of the passing moment, goodbye, goodbye, the rain will wash away the colors of summer from your face, forgive me, I could not come on time, there were cases, as always, urgent, no, I remember everything, wait a little more, it squeezes in my chest, it smells so hot your experience, still very young and naive, hangs like an icicle from the roof of a future skyscraper in the suburbs, drips, an elementary form drips, seeps into your sleeve, is poured into a glass like a transparent strong liquid, and all life in this cornucopia is collected in the poorest possible image of well-being, skip this frame, your eyes are tense, wipe them with your hand, like this, yes, everything is correct, sleep, it was a long century, unfortunately, there was not enough gold for everyone, there were only diamonds left, but they no longer interest you, hardened love under the pressure of public opinion is expensive, however, like everything else, dad, where are you again, why, didn't you know that it was poison given to you from a wrinkled hand, I'm so sorry that you never found out what I really am.
