They're dozing: a float, a fisherman, a fish.
There's no movement among leaves:
on willows, on the reed, on aspens.
I'm falling into a trans-personal trance.
It's getting deeper_deeper_deeper.
First, the light is dim_gold,
and then it turns into watercolors, pastels, gouache.
Sea. Moon. Field.
Some trees are scattering around.
The sailboat is pinned to the bottom.
She seems to be abandoned.
My consciousness is anchored in a dream.
This is a trance.
Is this a rial life?
Isn't it a game?
We are fishermen and fish at the same time.
Here and now.
We are nests, the ships filled with treasures.
We are the sea, the sky, the field.
We are the fireflies,
doomed to the loss of memory at the brink of immortality.
Here and now.
Get into trance: deeper and deeper and deeper.
© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020