W.Levi - Very ancient future.

Very ancient future.

 I think many who are interested in psychoanalysis know who he is
Dr. Vladimir Levi. Actually, I don’t consider him a psychiatrist, so
one name.  But I buy his books of poetry for the sake of it. Here it is!
A breath of freedom, meditation is a connection with a certain
mysterious power...
                         Please...

 A strange thing lives in an inaccessible corner of the universe, as if
the human tribe are head-scrapers. People are like people. But no, not any
senses other than touch. Life by touch. They don't know what's possible
sight, taste and hearing... Instead of all this, only different types
touch, carried out by tentacles, touchers, tangents, and
also with grabbers and shovels.  The result of this complex work
The head probe calls the equipment with the short word USEK! What does it mean
GOT IT!
 And they lived until SOMEONE appeared and made a breakthrough,
species-wide mutation. At once he endowed the heads with sight, hearing,
taste and even smell. All the things they have no idea about
had and didn’t even dream of it. And for the most unfortunate ones there is something else, for
there are no words for something in our language...
 Having done his job, SOMEONE disappeared. And the head-scratchers, suddenly stopped
to be head-scratchers...But at the same time they have not stopped.
 No, there's no point in talking about it, let's get through it...

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Fate line - predict fate
And heal invisible wounds
Publicstaging a personal drama
To your performance (read self-portrait)
The entrance ticket is kept for so many years
How long will the drunken sky last?
In rattling vessels of consumer goods
The soul burns and flies into the chimney
Double bound, like a coffin
You tearfully pray for a change in position,
you wheeze and yearn for air! - but it's too late
you wasted, you spent your reservation,
you are paying for the stolen fire...

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Waking up in the darkness, I send sounds to someone I don’t know
And I love whom I love because I don’t know.
Can you hear?
We live in a draft.
A hand in the darkness rushes to another hand,
And between them the thread burns through.
Can you feel it? Soul flies to soul.
How close You are, but the darkness is on guard.
There are no closed windows, eyes are closed.
I wake up in the darkness, I send sounds to someone I don’t know
And I believe, and I search, like a forgotten sign...

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How endlessly dark this night is.
Oh burning cold, evil father
Thank you
You taught us how to make fire.

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Love is measured by the measure of forgiveness
Affection, pain of farewell,
And hatred - by the power of that disgust
With whom you remember your promises...