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Arkady Gershteyn
Jan. 2, 2010

If I could undress
and laugh

If I could forget
and mumble

If I could re-awake
and flutter,  like a leaf in empty winds

But all I can do, is sit and ponder
like a fallen tree conifer

With the hollow eyes
Of ambers turned to cinders

The skin thicker
The tongue sharper

As if one step ahead
one step aside
one step away
a bit above reality

As if it's all a play that I compose
sly and skillfully
in the dark, when nobody is looking.

But then it dawns
the morning hits the shades
the noises come to sway
me back to bay

The same people remerge
the same questions resurface
the same answers replay
but alls a blur
for there is but one
of real importance

Like going back to the  school
you used to go to
and knowing that you're out
but somehow it still matters

The recess of the soul
descends abruptly.

Like hidden mirror in
a twilight room, reflecting light.
with matte clarity 
and loaded dice.

© Copyright Arkady Gershteyn 2010