Ars Poetica - Drudkh

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To be voiceless, impartial

Like the doors, that are always closed

To be forgotten like an old statue in the little town

To know only the love of the stone

An opaque heart of the stone

And to see the world in black and white lights-and-shadows

Too much green, too much armine-pink

Dark blue bow-shaped shadows ruthlessly have embraced you

Too much nuances: love, desire

Suffering, —

They have closed a life with a fog of grief and joys

To search only the sense, to search only the horizon of existence —

Sense of existence

To feel the space: the distant flight of the black birds

To feel the time: the legible paintings in the black caves

And to understand your day with an absolute wind, poet