Astronaut

I'm hatching death
like winter soil, sleeping grains,
like a mother is an embryo,
floating in microcosm
amniotic fluid,
like the Soyuz-TM ship
carries
in the belly of astronauts.

and it seems
that winter will be eternal,
pregnancy -
has barely begun
and the rocket is united in its
tightness.

but then the moment comes
and the sun's rays cause
phyto-
hormonal storm,
spilling out into positive
geotropism.
woman's body
twists oxytocin
spasm
and the waters bring up the pearl
into the ruthless
macrocosm.
and "Soyuz-TM",
separating your capsule of life,
filled with dying
biomass,
burns in dense layers
atmosphere.

and I stop talking...