Poetry

Blind Visions

by

Yassen Vasilev

thermidor thermidor
the unreciprocated thunder
from the depths inside of me
and from the inverted perspectives
of the byzantine icons
draperies slump the sky
somber and prone
the sinners boil in
fug roaring and fogs
draw graphs and figures
while hail rains on the city
and the eye sinks in the milky ways
of naked bodies and sandless shores
where the stones whisper
and the sea tosses back as a sheet
to reveal our
common past
sleepy thoughts
drowned fears
and lost memory

above this all
frantic and berserk
under indigo
my head rises
and from the bottom
ooze
blind visions