AND NOT NEVER DIE – Poetry, by Boris Ryzyi (1974/2001)

AND NOT NEVER DIE

A ship glazed, the door, the table, the bed. Living is hard and uncomfortable, but it is convenient to die. I’m relaxed and I think, maybe these white sheets wrapped him that today he’s gone to the other world. The faucet drips plan. Life, disheveled like a whore, she appears out of the fog and see the bed, the bedside table. I try to lift me a little, I want to look at her, look at her, to cry, and never die.

(Boris Ryzyi)

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