Max Frye. Master of winds and sunsets (№ 304405)

Just close my eyes
on the border between the World
and his merry pile of debris,
of which become dreams,
you may recall that the Shadow of your wind.
Blowing over the steppe, overgrown black purple
white barbed shining red
bitter burnt alive
unnamed incomprehensible,
but still just grass
on the edge of the World that you will never see,
even if I open my eyes.