Amphibious life, ambiguous schemes,
Tides are washing away what humans contrive.
Two cities here: one steady, in stones,
Another in water, where life's darkness thrives.

Duality's inversion is balancing the grace,
Through fluid reflections Serenissima flies.
Gently soaring to elude into foretime's space,
The islands levitate without gravity's ties.

Dip into the gloomy lagoon's embrace,
Before the time flood disrupts the world,
Absorb the ascending reflection's trace:
The elegance of the one-and-a-half-thousand old.

Olga Volgshtein