Stanislav Kostarnov
The life of the Twvemil'lloorithans
of Aavmntuhrr Fwtthwinn,
His guild & his high-gardens of the white tower of Ainore
stones of islands like birds on the water
South-Osqguilath
Osqguiel
Treacherous stones
skeletons of a forgotten time
Evening.
Blue clouds of light fog slowly
Drift,
... thin dreams,
over the moist grey skies of east south-Osqguilath,
a quiet
a noise
through the old,
iron & stones of the station passing....
The fast & Pink,
short
Ainor'l'Yithel line super express.
Qkhyauukhalhthw docklands voiceless
swirling grayness,
...like air,
thick with mist..
with memories...
the warmly moist breathe of the flowing river
fills
the silver cup,
pure
a goblet on
nights crystal window sill breaking,
in a spot of white color
odd is
...the passing ship.
A towers glass
on the tooth of Dqhuelgrugqkthhuraqhthss
winds roll, like bells in shadows of thunder
voiceless whisper
Ripe heat...
Jasper,
....Mid-summer rain....
