Come Back


by Pavel Chichikov

Everything was blown away

Moon like paper, paper ghost –

We saw the constellations fly

Along a brisk ecliptic road

All alone the latitudes

Like wires of an empty cell

Had nothing to refer them to

Either spindled or stood still

Each of us peered overhead

From shadowless and weightless hills

From mountains and from pinnacles –

But all the universe was dead

And if it were not for the lamps

We would have thought ourselves as blind

As salamanders in a cave

No darkness by a light defined

Where was dying – did we live?

For we could talk to one another

Though every substance was dissolved

And nowhere could our courage gather

Then we prayed without a sound

Although we suffered not the lack

For all could sense the others moan:

O God, O universe come back

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