my polyangular spring,
please don't breathe
while sleeping,
lay down so that
the sweet cotton milky way
would be along thy shoulders,
you're gagarin
all alone by himself.

do you remember
glaring lights of august?
i must be lost somewhere there
and secretly nobody
knows how to find me
i'm all curled up, blurry
and you're my slow motion
dancing wild
in the spectrum of life.

every time you loose light
i wish to be a sound
of breaking ice in the lena river,
thus myriad light years
would seem to be nothing
for a northern snowfall.
you grew up like a flower,
sleep pattern on my face.