Of parallel universes,
of Plath’s metaphors,
of Soviet wars and
extistence we abhor
Things she cannot comprehend
not as much as
the words,
and thoughts she lend
Fantasies, realities
blocks
and pieces
are puzzles from different places
Glass and water
are lone,
veracious crystals
Therefore, this girl with
burning curiosity
hair tied,
matching red bow
will come after
rainbows, unicorns
and blackholes
Whilst her head’s buried in books
and mysteries of the undiscovered nooks