That nature is parallel to mine
Insouciant, goes on in a litsky
its flowers blooming as always.
Its animals make weird sounds.
It overlaps mine, eats me alive.
Overloking windows lose frames
Balconies get sucked in nothing.
It does not cry for me in a mist.
I light little stars in my balcony
In a grand festival of my lights
Exploding stars in a street space
To protest a stifling insouciance.