Inane Words
By Tatiana Pahlen

How could one be blinded
victorious over inane words,
breaking the walls
of a 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 with contempt.
And in the field of sweet boredom
We suffer another night full of stars,
tearing to pieces our memories
from the heights of mute hearts!

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

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