Not having left yesterday’s,
And with it the present,
You will not enter tomorrow.
And the flesh trembles.
Having stumbled somehow,
You will find yourself under the grass.
The morning
Will remain nocturnal,
For a long time (or maybe for a moment)
You will shut yourself from the sun.

In the grave there seems to be decay.
Yet the fear of death
And the soul’s agitation
Hint at the Resurrection.

The personal, intimately, not in public,
Sits invisible in the body,
Will someday disperse everywhere,
When it flies off to the stars.

@@@(Interpretation)

yadretseY gnivaeL tuohtiW*
Ne vvijdEc v zavtricnje,
Once having stumbled,,,
__vVvvv_vvvvVv__vvVv
You will find yourself under the grass.
The morning will remain nocturnal,
For a long time (or maybe for a moment) you will shut yourself from the sun.

There is change here too, in the shutting.
Yet it is not the last.
NATURE of WAVing
Hints at the RESURRECTION.

Your personal, not in public,
Stuffed into the body,
D i s p e r s e d e v e r y w h e r e,
                                                          y.
                                           a
                                  w
                           a
                      n
                  w
               o
             l
          f
When
          _____
*An experimental poem, with elements of transliteration of the Ukrainian text into Latin letters and of symbolic hints. And by the unusual combining of small and capital letters in this rebus, the past, the future, stumbling, life and death, nature, waves (vibro-), resurrection, compression, expansion, ubiquity are supplemented. With spices of asemic writing.