Dissent

Where one ends, another always begins,
And between one and the other there is always a state that cannot be expressed unambiguously,
Where different worlds meet,
In the physical plane, it's like the meeting of water and land,
It's called the Coast!
Or when light and darkness meet,
Two lovely babies with sunrise and sunset!
Well, I'm talking about something else.
And there are boundaries between invisible worlds.
Where paradoxical thought forms embrace each other.
And it is born!
Dissent!
-What is the color of Dissent?
-It's the color of sunset and sunrise!
And what is its state?
Yes, of course—like the Coast!
I wanted to ask one more thing,
But I'm unlikely to get an answer.
Dissent's thoughts are already somewhere out there—about the Other...

Iltifat Heydarov
June 18, 2017


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