, ,

Charged with stars and animals
bodies enter the muddle of ribs and arms
beyond the event horizon.

Fear, and fear
is hidden inside:
the sun king.

Through metaphors and life,
as if living,
we move like animals.

The king with a cinder face
embraced me,
the sun king.

We weave our bodies into the cyst of the crown.

Someday flesh, like fruit
will burst into the live future,

while light recedes like a wave.

translated by oksana maksymchuk

the original poem