in the morning
Lead in the clouds
Shaded roofs,
Window with wet shoulders
Pressed against the walls,
They looked back at the distant glow,
The rain was brushed from his face.
World of fright
Replaced by a world of wonder,
instead of solid ground under your feet
The good news is knee-deep.
Where we hung the harps,
With wire strings
Balalaika game
drops fall.
If I forget you, and then
Erased words leave unreadable prints.
Everything was gray here,
As far as I remember this area.
Where are the tears of the singing victims?
Where are the executioners who approved
Right on the Holy remains?
Under the hill of the hood
You'll dig a burial ground,
Curse the day and the hour,
When did you decide to commit sacrilege:
In the red cave of the skull
The prophetic language of touch
Draws with a swollen brush
The hunt for the man.
Look,
In the twists of metro pipes
ring trains
crawl
Fatter than underground reptiles,
Heed,
Planes go crazy
In the thicket of hungry birds,
Pull your hand away,
In a quarter
Electric bellies
Shopping center
Crawling on the living.
Run,
In flats
intellectual victory
Peace of mind,
And you will get into my eye sockets,
You will see on the walls of the skull
Rock art.
I am your brother,
When you run away,
Turn around
At the far light
Torches Arini.