The Sedition

In time is a longing

Blindfolding yourself

Into coloured stones

Silence sculpting

                Silent illness

The relapse of variations

                In future variants

Like pages of a mural

Ill-repaired frescos

Another way of the hourglass

Light on pebble stones

A renewed bittersweetness

Red lips and willow tree

Tears that lingers so far

In the violent sea

Time even is a song

On love's deathbed

It is this you chose

Everything was you

Adorn the furthest within

Reviewing the illusion of before

Ever shifting ever unyielding

In a warm house a shroud is rising

I wish to form a figure from it

And name it by itself

There is a sorrow in possession

By a holding mistake or miracle

No more call us back

This you understood so well

The transformation of water

Current in wine like blood

February 2022

By Vasily Solomon

Saffron Dawn, 2016, oil on canvas, by Erin Hanson