On the wall we had erected in ourselves,
preventing the loneliness of the neuron park,
the sun gently touched our shadows.
We were climbing up the path, lead by pillars,
to a place we thought would have a
greater knowledge of our needs.
The square we reached in the center of a temple
was wide and open: a marble block was laying
inside the emptiness of the place. Time had made
it tumble to the ground.
The balanced was unbalanced and rebalanced.
Still we couldn‘t perceive what was occuring, while
we were already part of the square.
Illustration by Galya Popova