Yelena

17

"Morrison/Rimbaud"

Nothing is the same, everything is changing
All has been said
And there isn’t time to know this world...

The shadow behind the curtains
Handed him a bear with invisible lyric
He dreamed of golden colors while awake
And wrote them in film.

Illumination and darkness
Emerging from the cave
There is no idea, only exquisite song
He himself carried the condition of existence
And the girls’ genius transformed into
Knitting machines, after the golden ring
My grandmother’s words silenced
Betrayed her own mind
A life unfulfilled and unreconciled

To end so quietly.