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Birds
birds in sakura branches
sugar feathers glisten
in the sunlight
no one can endure muteness
no one can endure muteness
and a little boy with his throat cut sings with blood in the clear air
singing is an artistic brush
humanity's easel stained with re-excavated plague
Loneliness is a room in which it snows
Loneliness is a room in which it snows
A cluster of lonelinesses is a vase in which death grows
Between the silence and emptiness there is nothing -
That is what loneliness is
Father's library went out
All the libraries of the world burned in the shadow
But who casts this shadow?
This shadow constantly disappears to infinity
(Even birds can't melt so unnoticed in the dark)
I molded bread from ice for your lips
I died, crumbled, disintegrated, turned into bread crumbs
You are blind like a stone that sinks in water
It's funny that you can't swim although you were born in the water of your belly
If anyone knows where this language of rocks leads, then it's a trap
A dead end for people who are looking for something resembling the truth
We drowned like drowned men who have swum out three times
The candle has all flowed down your hands, Lord
I call you God like a barbarian who doesn't understand anything in this world
I love you
I call you, God
I don't love myself or the grass
The temple doesn't call itself anything I will die without knowing the name of your hands
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| Mykyta Ryzhykh |
Mykyta Ryzhykh, an author from Ukraine, now lives in Tromsø, Norway. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2023 and 2024. He’s published in many literary magazines іn Ukrainian and English: Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Neologism Poetry Journal, Shot Glass Journal, QLRS, The Crank, Chronogram, The Antonym, Monterey Poetry Review, Five Fleas Itchy Poetry, and many others.
