STOYASHCHLY CHELOVEK (Standing Man)

his hair spoke

the language of wind

whipping over his ears

falling onto a

furrowed forehead

 

an ocean of air

rushes and gathers

against gravity

pushing its weight

against the presence

of his

salt and light

bone and blood

 

 


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