The pain out-thinks every moment,
all over the body
I wander in a solitary walkway.
There is nothing between mind and brain.
Whole prosperity of thoughts curves easily.
The body spends all the internal wealth
a humble peace.
The rambling melancholia pales into white lava.
The fatal fear follows you like a hot light.
The pursuit of incense,
the chase of beautiful icon’s cleavage
brings the charm.
Speaking about the ecstasy,
about the shapeless pleasure,
the ultimate opposite of sacredness
becomes instant liberation,
from any symbol.
The contents of the dumb days are burning.
Peace never returns.
Prayer and worship wakes the child inside you.
Flesh denies the natural desire.
You cannot accept the corrupt barometer of obedience.
It dares the storm,
gathers the momentum and kisses the slayer.