Inane Words
By Tatiana Pahlen

How could one be blinded
victorious over inane words,
breaking the walls
of this brittle edifice
out of fascination of a first encounter!
My soul is pulled into this abyss
emptiness gets heavier
sounds trapped in symphony;
vultures hover and spin around,
mocking from way above
their next victim's pride.
And in the field of sweet boredom
I suffer another night full of stars,
tearing to pieces my poor memory
from the heights of mute hearts!

Written first in Russian in 1980.
Translated into English 1992.

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