Elegantly strange man
with cat white in the head
thin fingers, pins
timidly pierce the fog.
You won't be able for him
to guess
you're drowning in material
it is your empire.
When it is all over
you'll see you've lost
and in the bird's eyes
you'll wake the irony.
So you better go to the top
of the cliff step on all
the worlds and
give in to the moon.

by Dimitar Voev (R.I.P.)