абстрактный - abstract

in this world he sees with walls warping and moving
and changing,
where stairs, descend and ascend,
and nothing is as it seems;
where he walks, runs away; from what?
from something,
and is found; by what?
by something;
in this world where at one moment
he's in a classroom listening to a teacher,
the next he's walking with a girl in one hand,
and he's on a journey he's always been
his whole life; going, somewhere,
over there
where the sky is azure blue, and oceans
of potions wash up the shores and
a ship flows away to an unknown island;
then he enters the building, enters the room,
and he's here, where he's always been
somewhere;
and the next thing he knows, it's a dog
chasing her, and she leaps over the wall
into the backyard of some fancy house,
and she's sipping tea with her friends,
and the dog is vying revenge,
he'll leap over the wall and make her
pay!
but then they are there
where they've always been,
in this street;
and next thing he knows it's, shark,
no, a whale!
that swallows and suffocates its
victims,
there in the foamy ocean-
yes, beware, beware of whales!
beware of whales!
he yells
and the next he knows,
he's here, where he's always been,
doing what he's always done,
whatever it is-- абстрактный

SONG OF THE NIGHT

I heard the birds moaning like it was a funeral,
as if a loved one had died
I heard the insects croaking,
hidden in the grass, behind the trees
and who knows where!—
It was a loud, discordant noise;
yes, the night was theirs, and I was an intruder!

have you ever been outside at night
and heard noises you wouldn't otherwise hear during the day?
It's as if the world doesn't belong to us,
as if the real owners of it wake up at night
to claim what's rightfully theirs;
as if the day has died
and the night has awakened
to haunt the living;
we don't belong there—
oh, the night has a voice!
listen to it mourn!

THE WORLD, A CURCUIT

The world was one supercomputer connected
through circuits and circuits;
many pathways led to other pathways
and data was looped hooped;
thoughts, feelings, words, sounds,
war, famine, peace, money--
you name it! You name it!
Although it seemed disconnected,
it was all connected by one
Central Processing Unit;
with each loss part of
a greater gain.

Raison d’être

I love you so much
You are my raison d’être
What am I? a man?

Yes, more than a man
But a prisoner of love:
Can't live without you

Desire's poison
Once it's inside it's unseen;
And it kills slowly

RAFT PULLED BY BOAT

Waves tumbling slowly
Then violently with passion,
Splashing me wholly

Two columns open 
And the raft speeds through
And then it's swollen

A foamy layer
Is pulled behind like a tail
Like stormy prayer.

Oh, it's fun to ride
A raft pulled behind a boat
Sailing through the tide

SLEEP TIME

It is time to sleep

Even though the night is young

And there’s work to do

MORNING, NIGHT, NOON

The morning is young,
but the night us very old,
the afternoon noon is youthful.