Awakening

Translated by Leo Shtutin; Published in Meniscus

To slip, imperceptibly, into death. As if into a quiet, empty apartment. Senseless to clutch with bare toes at this yellow sand. A sliver of blistering sky gleams overhead. What is this despair, sidling towards you from afar? What are these sobs, racking your frame on this threshold? To slip, quietly, into cool emptiness. To close your eyes. Nothing but repose awaits you there. You’re beyond all peril now.