black-orange-black: a life
Oceania - Grow Wild
Click to viewI see three stripes:
black,
orange,
black again;
black - wide,
orange - narrow.
I see leg shadows,
human leg black shadows,
in big steps tracing a cuneiform of a posture,
uneven,
but so mesmerizing.
With each step of theirs, heaven and earth of this picture
link,
when black feet are touched by feet of their black shadows -
fragile, brittle poles; world pillars.
Half-pacing, half-running
of this race - is a picture of an ideal soul which knows
a reason to run from the Beginning to the End,
when neither former,
nor latter
actually
exist.
A soul which knows,
how to do it
gracefully.
Traces,
these legs traces on the orange narrow band
of a muddy glass, behind which a safari sunset blazes,
are not visible, but will always be imprinted
in me.
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[RU]