Hands interlace tightly as eyes open in awe.
People gathered on the bridge
Admire the blessedness of silence
as lights caress the yearning dawn to come.
Fingers close in on the railing.
The static intensity of this moment
Would echo brightly within the thin edges of time.
Children run, smiling,
Through the warm, gray snow.
Everything is invisibly veiled.
Hidden gods linger in midair
Anointing the helicoidal nature of men.
The horizon bleeds impossible colors.
Astonished angels disembowel the skies
Conscripting supplicant hosts
To witness the totality of what here unfolds
For centuries and centuries to come.
Under the bridge between Chernobyl and Pripyat,
There traverse tracks that connect
The present to the sunflower fields of tomorrow
That imprison the radionuclides
That brought them all here
And from here, their fates would seal.
The song of Geiger counters fills the night tinted red and blue.
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