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Drain 2

Mindlessly, we act and do,

variously, filling our days.

We fill

and we feel empty.

Meaninglessness drains,

ultimately kills.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Drain 1

Cycle of humanity,

circling, swirling,

clockwise and anti,

every day …

further down drain.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ge-Rus Road Closed, Snow

I’m functional, determinedly.

But gradually, and suddenly

I hit the wall,

so as to say,

I crash,

maybe avalanche.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Душа

 

Wearily,

I haul my ass to bed,

content, at least,

I am another step closer

to enlightenment.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Musing on the nature of freedom and progress,

time and changes,

peace and prosperity,

he looks at the old washing machine his neighbors

in East Germany gave him,

a goodbye and goodwill present:

strange to you in hindsight,

ardent in intent.

Alas, dirt sticks.

Time and changes,

different system,

different connections,

pressure

like a headache:

the machine spins but doesn’t wash.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I’m not your wannabe Lenin

in Shushenskoye,

or elsewhere.

Please,

don’t bring me your problems.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat