BROKEN CLAVECIN by Vlanes (Vladislav Nekliaev)
for every windי’s emotionless blast brings shreds of feathers with their dance of loss rotating leaves of faded rainbow-trees and bitter tide of petals outcast the eye undates the images it sees: the clouds overgrown with melted moss the shadows cleft and soaking in the sun the palms of longing fastened to the mast: this changing chain of shapes and whispers is as tangible as time that blooms with gloss of golden spirals delicately spun beyond the brine of its congealing seas: both take and choke whatever falls within the circle of a trice that grows fast and separates the future from the past but those still merge: for it can only last before the knotty hands of chance begin to wriggle into heaven and to toss another dawn until it is undone and jingles like a broken clavecin
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