08.08.25
Krymskyi mist delved earth
of all the worlds tears
suspended here now melts away
in Azov-Black the wrong place
the silt you breathe
slept in ice floes in 1945
we go to the central corridors
their meaning double-tracked
chorus on breezes blown
flanging midnight with no pain
civilian object prelude
solitude in waking dream
Mosoblbank nightingale
ShIZO ice fields
hollow-shaped
now is that music?
