At the Definite Rapprochement

At the definite rapprochement,

the curiosity of the ivy covers my eyes.

Around me – an unnatural jubilation,

(maybe somebody is ascending to the sky

and I don`t know,

maybe somebody is descending and I don`t see).

Strange music

behind the antique painting.

Boundless beauty of the body

which would not lend itself

to humility. –

Failures make somersaults around the ankles.

I`ll turn my face to prayer,

even if the snakes are crawling on the church’s wall,

only I know that it’s not me anymore,

but a kernel which encloses in itself

the white side of the world.