by Oksana Lizunova
this impossibility
of relativity,
these are the details
of prediction,
these signs of certainty:
read it or not read it,
this verbal omnipotence
as the queue of days,
as the road to the distance
of centuries,
as the sun is silent,
is burning,
this silence,
like a shadow of someone
no one notices,
like holy bread
that ripens in the field,
as waiting
for the solemn part
of love
in the open air,
where is every person
fleeing from war
invited to perform
to interpret
your own history
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