I have beheld the moon eclipse the sun
but I am no blinder in my blindness.
My headlong plunge in the pain-lacquered
my ecstatic leap through the flames of silence,
couldnt kill the self-devouring mare,
this sickness giving suck to desire.
Yet I prayed hope was more than wax and
and soared beyond faith, even though I fell.
If you've any comments on his poems,
Leo Yankevich would be pleased to
hear from you.