Darker
than the night
in the heart
of a village
of an Ethiopian tribe...
Darker
than the depths
of the Potomac
seen
from an aerial view...
Darker
than the shadow of a redwood
in a
timeless forest...
Darker
than charcoal
on a blank sheet
before
the drawing...
Darker
than the blood of
a gaping wound
on an injured knee...
Darker
than the burnt earth of
the Orjol oblast
blackened by nature
and war...
... the grayness of the furious ocean looks pale compared to
this.
Yes my Queen
it is the state of my soul today
I mention it to you
without you asking me
in response to a none asked question.
Tomorrow I will not bore you
with more dark thoughts.
Only my pale parchment skin
in my coffin will remind you one day
this moment of confusion
I have shared with the world.
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