Movement is eternal

Movement... and your feet are protected, you're sure you won't get scared, hurt or lose something along the way. You even get used to the temperature of the water and the unevenness of the bottom, but... so much desire to see this path from the outside. I don't believe in impossibilities, only wishes. But if one overrides the other, which will win? No, no... that's a rhetorical question, because © "when it's real, the rest doesn't matter". And yet... if there is a crack that hasn't bled for a long time, sooner or later the #water will penetrate deep, starting to hurt again.

And then she's gonna go to hell
Across the ocean
To the transverse meridian beyond which all words fade away
For two turns and three stoplights
To the days and nights that once again
Business, business, business

We erase strangers and our own from our lives
Right or ultimately fatal.
The irrevocable points of your lifeline
On the barely alive
and barely warm palms.

We mix water with sand,
Building castles in sunset color
With a rope and a bar of soap.
And we're careful not to notice
When
There's someone next to us silently
And inevitably sinks
In this world or the other.
.
It's every man for himself
And everyone's looking for one thing
Bumping the toes of my feet into the silt-green bottom
Wiping the blood off my lips, or, more often, the wine.
I've listened to a lot of these stories

We give ourselves over to the surf of other people's hopes.
And though the look and walk are still windy fresh.
And the peak of Everest is still clear and snow-covered
There are more and more ignoramuses every moment.
who think they're knee-deep in a sea of salty tears.
And the rest of the world is catastrophically hopeless.

© Anton Lavrentiev

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