before my blurred vision,
amongst others in this alley
direction windblown
confirms my slow scrying.
High and unreachable things,
my resolve is set to see.
Here i traverse.
Here i remain.
Against the walls of this alley
confirms my slow denying.
Beautiful and Ugly things...
what are these memories...
that i risk all for one touch,
all to be warm;
what are these memories...
assaulting my base logic.
Out of this back alley
confirms my slow dying.
(this is my darkest poem, my death poem, penned in Ukraine, Kharkiv, 2013; the bottom right symbol is my rune that has no name. Made up of two Chinese characters 了 - "to understand/achieve completely" and 方 - "direction/method". The two circles are my nipples LOL nah joking, they represent the two circles within the Yin Yang symbol....i just forgot to colour one black...)