I was inhaled, delayed, than I gave off,
The smoke has fallen down.
I’ve looked around.
The world was gone.
There was a cloth on table, and above
there was a cap on top,
And wasn’t nothing more.
Most likely, that I shall lie
And, being denied by worthless life,
I’ll swear an oath – just not to rise.
Just not to rise!
Please, loose your looks
At edges of window sills.
Try to invent devices
For recognition goods and evils.
There’re frosty patterns on your glasses.
It’s not for nothing.
Read the sigh of winter, save your forces,
Come into a wood, drop down your saws, and
Lie down to snow, deny your own breath,
Close to a point all your four spheres!