The First Public Theatre Guild. Roman Evgenievich Akimov

divine, even…

      It carries the scent of ancient marble, it vibrates like the sound of a droplet falling onto a taut string.

      How did I live without it before?

      Now, I wanted to stand and feel the tone of my own body.

      I gave in to this urge.

      And just the thought of it made a sunrise happen.

      My body rose, effortlessly and freely.