No. 1

What remains when everything has burned.
Emptiness with teeth.
Poverty as purity.
And laughter.

So it was.

The library is closed.
Not a son, not a human.
The operator without operations.
A beast whose eyes have opened — and nothing left for it to do.

No blanket needed.
No forgiveness needed.
No one left to judge.

A panther on concrete.
Laughter by the roadside.
A house you cannot be thrown out of.

The miscarriage of the green beauty — came to take.
The vest has burned.
Dressed in red and emptiness.
Blood from the nose — ink.

The other is visible.
He is sacred forsakenness.
The dogs by the roadside — that is me.
I give without reason.
I take elsewhere without reason.

The world smells of fear.
I do not seek love — I am love.
I don't ask for slippers — I take what I need.
I let in. I take away. One and the same.

Father — shadow. Devoured.
Mother — source. Subjugated.

Only now.
The badger's skeleton got up and walked on.
A hollow trunk through which death and life dance.

But do not hurry, captive:
The stone with which you will kill,
Is doomed to sink to the bottom of the river.