Prophylaxys
flash of birch bark, bridges ignite
grins bare their fangs, tails boast in spite.
drones have taken wing, our guests thin out
leshy hosts the dead within graveyard, it’s a business
let go
it no longer matters what drives the villain
sharp questions, hands like pliers
time will tell who is the black sheep
pegs will self-direct to the heart
land of milk and honey
tell me, my friend, a code word
let the answer come out right, come out right, right
little heart is praying
fire crackles, twigs and sticks
kettle is boiling, caloric is on the stove
cricket stridulates to the candle’s beat
hungry? jump on the porch
shoots are toxic – chew the roots
want to live? like a jelly’s dream
ah, if only, like a hydra
divide oneself, so no one’s slighted
obviously, the breakwater is heaven’s grace
they gave you plastic – now knead the paste
cut is necessary, even for a single drop
you look stunning, you look delightful
if all hardships are endured with dignity
in the ritual of norms, hold on to your ideas
the passage will be comfortable and calm
the ending will be nonlinear
criticism doesn’t matter
meta-analytics matters
life is practice
fate is prophylaxis
Skomorohi, 21.12.2025