March

It's March. we'll never reach it/ no matter how fast you go/ I'm breathing/ it's cold and chilly/ I'm lying right on the floor/ It's March. it's obedient, humble, ridiculous, playful and rude/ with lipstick on mirror's surface/ "everything's gonna be good"/ it's night. black veil in square / of window /and it expands/ you can take any star from the heaven’s roof/ grabbing it with your hand/ milky way - is the fountainhead channel / for galaxies to begin / get the glass from the kitchen and pour it /with pure and shining moon milk/ Emptiness isn’t the absence/ of particles/ molecules/ cells Like if they never knew the secrets/ like if they nothing have to tell/ Void’s more like broken dishes / pieces stuck somewhere in chest/ We make a short trailer of our movie/ trying to do our best/ Cigarettes/ coffee/ balcony/ exhale-eat-pray- and love/ Morse is similar to the Braille alphabet/ falling as music above/ Night is dying / I see its grin/ universe’s twirling the window touch/ I look into its soul/which is eaten/ by sadness/ it’s March. It is March.