Rest On Blade Poem by Vladislav Martynovitch
Rest On Blade
Rest On Blade
Rest embedded
Dream to wake
Act of mad and
Thought to make,
Pure Image-
Ry in dirt:
Tales of magic
Screams of burst! ..
Resting worldly,
Spirit forms
Universes, blea-
Ming thorns.
Its projections,
Born in death,
Are sending changes
New to rest…
Ribbons cut in
Every jiff,
Open buttons
To mischief:
Their pushing -
Destined Fate -
Rests her touch on
Perfect blade! ..
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