Neolithic - Stained Glass Window

Still dully. Rough mercy in touch
Clasped hands of the cradle
Lazily rocking echo of child's cry
Cobweb's fingers catch a tear
Of opened pupil. Dream's feeding
With celluloid flush

Somewhere in narrow frame of silent
Film
Softly, foot, grey cavalcade
Feel quiet, perfect play
Move of moon and grave of actor

The day rises up. Pastel nimbus
Stained-glass window is lighting up

Sun is a shoulders of morning
It rises in dusted mouth
And shines through eyes, through
Sharp, Glass of hair
It's crawling in ancient kaleidoscope
Sign of the end, pleasure of nightmare

Whiteness of hospital's aprons has stayed
Here. Old fashioned rememberance

I fear the Evil Spirit
Alone, I lie on the street
The holy severely steals time

Pastel nimbus.
The wall of stained-glass window

Sun is a shoulders of morning
It rises in dusted mouth
And shines through eyes, through
Sharp, Glass of hair

It's crawling in ancient kaleidoscope
Sign of the end, pleasure of nightmare

Hospital's aprons lie on the bed
I fear the Evil Spirit
Alone, I lie on the street
The holy severely steals time

The cradle, rocking child's cry
Lazily tear of opened pupil
Dull silence in touch
Feeding during inflow of grey
Celluloid figures.