By Boris Poplavsky
To be perfectly transparent
Absolutely open
So that everyone sees monsters
Demonstrating a total lack of hands
That are filled with gentle rose stains
Wild stars and flower meadows
Filled with phantom church bells
Filled with waterfalls
Filled with dawns - slow, loyal
Over uninhabited islands
To make all the people happy
To make them share in one joy
Seeing that fabled city
Where lives a naked hermit
Chained up to the entire cosmos
And reading from a black-bound book
Which guiding one’s paths back
To some ancient legendary rest