Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Russia Duel."
(dedicato: Angela Savida)
ARE WE fools? Are we Doves? Those Kids in the Mud reaching for the Sky, Space, Yuri Gagarin? And that Inner Gogol, that Piano, that Dostoevsky or devil that rides like a Cossack wind, felling ALL noble Youth, UN-couth, despite that Balalaika kiss on Kiss, Usurps our bitter promise?
Are we OLD, are we Young-boy-girl, decided, moulded, FRAMED in this universal Game; minions, SERFS, a Dark WEB, now - once again? - trolled, incognito, black blood bleeds, eternally, with our NEED?
ARE WE Angels, devils or Gods? Are we the THING that extricates, ABORTS with vengeance or HUGS the Cosmos...in yet a repetitive old, Russian Duel: I stand erect. My Honor!!!...I walk 10 paces, turn, aim, then FIRE!!!?
Are U my Vaslav? Are U my Natasha? In Winter, Saint nights, as we sleigh-bell carriage through the festive streets of St. Petersburg?...
c2018/davedelacroix/sciacca sicily.
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