Russia - [untitled]

Any madness turns
into words spanning
a substantive grief
knowing how feeling
animates dissent
as if drowning
in a dry river
like history's death
hasn't ever lost
or allowed the bridge
to bend and release
the fortunate few
to learn both shores
having slept without
really needing it
at night beguiled
to think this isn't
a day or riding
on the back of the sun
losing a hat in the rain
leaving a drop where
a puddle forms shortly
after leaving a drop.