I'm waking up. One minute froze.

Felix Komarov

I wake up... A minute froze...

And in it, like a drop, the whole world is reflected.

Trembling immovable time lived...

The dream did not open the eyelid, or perhaps not the dream.

It also collects me in particles...

And how can we share that truth?

When the transition is drawn in a dream,

And everything that lasts in the closet is dusty.

An unnecessary dump of things about me.

How did I get here? Where did the womb open? .

Where did the word grow and shrink like I did?

What was that, punishment or mercy?

Could it be an endless stream? ...

And here I am in prison, like Theseus in the labyrinth,

I'm waiting for the Minotaur, lost that thread.

O those who have come in, give up all hope.

Slaves have neither honor nor rights.

The sword burns scarlet... A lifeless Minotaur...

A beautiful maiden meets at the gate.

When was I born? All in a haze of foggy...

And the pictures of great awards melt away.

A minute, and life turned the wheel.

And the dark story has disappeared into darkness.

Who was he and who was he? The lila continues.

My eyes opened and I saw the prison.