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The fading wonders will close their indigo petals.

"Saiga" over my shoulder, along the wall, like cats, into the woods.

It's not saints who stand on the corners, but the holy men who memorize from books:

God is a naive child, not a wise old man.

Border guards are again tracking the tracks of unknown ships.

The subscriber is unavailable, no one cares about us.

We flee from the big cities to pray for the children in their shelters

With the lullaby words our mothers sang to us.

No matter how long time ticks in the astronomical darkness,

Every living thing ahead sees the Light beyond the window.

No matter how many times we say goodbye forever, no matter who we were, no matter where we vanished,

We all return to this one and only Home.

The rain bids farewell with its last drop, fate has bitten its tongue,

In the gray windows, on the windowsill, a ficus and a cat. Be careful with words like beacons if you're not used to the dark.

It's a little scary to touch the distant forest.

We're sitting alone by a faceted glass, the night so dark it's piercing,

All our guesses converged into one word, and now is the perfect time.

I'd like to release the rattlesnake into the field, cover my mouth with a Palestinian scarf,

Jump in the puddles like a child, and wisely remain silent like an old man...