before this blurred vision
amongst others in this alley
direction windblown
confirms my slow flying.
High and unreachable things
my resolve is set to see
here i traverse
here i remain
against the walls of this alley
confirms my slow denying.
Beautiful and ugly things
what are these memories?
that i risk all for one touch
all to be warm
what are these memories
assaulting my base logic
out of this back alley
confirms my slow dying.
(this is my darkest poem, my death poem, penned in Ukraine, Kharkiv, 2012; the bottom right symbol is my rune that has no name. Made up of two Chinese characters 了 - "to understand/achieve completely" and 方 - "direction/method". The two circles are my nipples LOL nah joking, they represent the two circles within the Yin Yang symbol....i just forgot to colour one black...)