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?
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