( CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS )
On a long-distance train
That you ride for long time
There are meeting’s nights
Conversations revelant
Imortant silence unnamed
Strange love not fulfilled
It’s not know comletely why
Fate here pushes someone
To meet with other man
Much about anything talk
To look at yourself
Or almost confess
Is unknown magnetic power
Brings someone here closer
Or pushes a way some other
As if the sounds their souls
Resonates together or not
It’s like if God in a vase
Put various flowers – worlds
To give them chanse coexist
Watched what came out of it
You’ll meet a traveling scouts
People from wedding, funerals
Smuglers, hefts, trafficers
Vacationers with childrens
You’ll meet here a little girl
In shoes don’t mach, too big
Is for her waiting no one
She runs away, looking someone ?
You’ll meet here a young man
He goes still forth and back
Next to you he sit down
And ask you for drink or food
You’ll meet a famous person
Who will with you in love fall
To extra compartment invite
You don’t trust him, run away
You meet here a visioner
And talked about pararels
Mysticall or unexplained
You have important event
You’ll meet old clever trader
He learn you to buy or sell
And meet strange wanderer
Out of this world his eyes
So this train is like a vestibule
Or pocket of space-time
And all detained there
Disperse at a station somewhere
( November 23, 2024 )
