Still dully. Rough mercy in touch Clasped hands of the cradle Lazily rocking echo of child's cry Cobweb's fingers catch a tear Of opened pupil. Dream's feeding With celluloid flush
Somewhere in narrow frame of silent Film Softly, foot, grey cavalcade Feel quiet, perfect play Move of moon and grave of actor
The day rises up. Pastel nimbus Stained-glass window is lighting up
Sun is a shoulders of morning It rises in dusted mouth And shines through eyes, through Sharp, Glass of hair It's crawling in ancient kaleidoscope Sign of the end, pleasure of nightmare
Whiteness of hospital's aprons has stayed Here. Old fashioned rememberance
I fear the Evil Spirit Alone, I lie on the street The holy severely steals time
Pastel nimbus. The wall of stained-glass window
Sun is a shoulders of morning It rises in dusted mouth And shines through eyes, through Sharp, Glass of hair
It's crawling in ancient kaleidoscope Sign of the end, pleasure of nightmare
Hospital's aprons lie on the bed I fear the Evil Spirit Alone, I lie on the street The holy severely steals time
The cradle, rocking child's cry Lazily tear of opened pupil Dull silence in touch Feeding during inflow of grey Celluloid figures.