Picture by Artem Chebokha
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Clouds swimming fast in the sky,
Where will you take me?
To the open mouth of a river screaming loud?
To the aching limbs of a drastic doubt?
Clouds swimming fast in the sky,
What will you show me?
The skeleton of the human race?
A Chinese Buddha with his big fat face?
Clouds in the sky, screeching tires of white,
Where do you run to?
I don’t care.
Because
I’m smelling the breeze on my arms,
I’m listening to the circular saw synth-waves,
I’m feeling the warmth of this body,
Through which I experience the waves.
But my essence lies on the lakebed,
From where I quietly observe the tempests of the mind.
Let them pass,
Like clouds swimming fast in the sky.
Herons
