By Pavel Chichikov
Patient as a moth on a cool pane
Slow as a beetle underneath white humus
Still as carp seldom breathing –
White sublimations
Cure the river, curl and rise
Unless a body moves
Who knows which is the sleeping,
Which the paralyzed?
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)
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