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(BEHIND EVERY DOOR)

…the Whole World and all
there is, including your soul.
Shadows stretch from the sun,
seeking the end of the day,
which is about to run
out of light on the way
to tomorrow. Few eyes
see and few ears hear
the truth. Plenty of lies
swarm around in fear.
In the night, fear waits
deep in the dark behind
every door. It inflates
like a balloon on your mind.
Fear tears through the air
just like a poisoned dart.
It’s almost everywhere,
even in abstract art
galleries. It’s on walls
like cobweb. Fear hides
in emergency calls.
It is felt on both sides
of any dead-end street,
stalking you to your place.
It feels like it will slit
your throat if you see its face
in a sharp piece of glass,
spilling some boiled blood
from your heart. Try to guess
WHO has no fear. GOD
is certainly not afraid
of anything: HE made…


…the Whole World and all there is, including your soul. Shadows stretch from the sun, seeking the end of the day, which is about to run out of light on the way to tomorrow. Few eyes see and few ears hear the truth. Plenty of lies swarm around in fear. In the night, fear waits deep in the dark behind every door. It inflates like a balloon on your mind. Fear tears through the air just like a poisoned dart. It’s almost everywhere, even in abstract art galleries. It’s on walls like cobweb. Fear hides in emergency calls. It is felt on both sides of any dead-end street, stalking you to your place. It feels like it will slit your throat if you see its face in a sharp piece of glass, spilling some boiled blood from your heart. Try to guess WHO has no fear. GOD is certainly not afraid of anything: HE made…

May 2011


Rick K. Reut was born in 1984, in the USSR. He studied philosophy at EHU in Minsk, Belarus, and literature at Saint Petersburg State University, Russia. For most of his life after graduation, he has worked as a translator and a tutor of English as a foreign language.

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