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You Were Not Born Yet, So Sleep
by Mykyta Ryzhykh

You were not born yet, so sleep.

You will be lulled by the winds of wandering on the rocks of the future.

The winds will age you.

Posthumous ants will eat you.

You are blown away by memory.

You will become a dot.

Now sleep.

You may not be born, you may remain crippled for the rest of your life - such are

the bloody colors of birth.

Now sleep.

Until you had to become the product of the work of historians, do not move, so as

not to wake up the minds of the neighbors.

Circulatory system of sleep. Lymph of consciousness.

We were all fish. We should all become birds.

Myopia of nothingness. The blindness of the stones we once were.

The strength of the stones we once were.

Kill me with your love

You were not born yet, so sleep.

Mykyta Ryzhykh is the winner of the international competition «Art Against Drugs», bronze medalist of the festival Chestnut House, laureate of the literary competition named after Tyutyunnik. Also, published in the journals Dzvin, Dnipro, Bukovinsky journal, Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Divot Journal, dyst journal, Superpresent Magazine, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Alternate Route, Better Than Starbucks Poetry & Fiction Journal, Littoral Press, Book of Matches, on the portals Ice Floe Press, Litcenter and “Soloneba," in the Ukrainian literary newspaper.

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