Article - 5837.

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(1) The cloud has already flown to the east, stretching
a wide black tail across the sky, and I’m still
I looked after her and thought about you. Damn
the sun, created to burn my eyes,
reappeared in the crown of raging fire
divine hatred.  I was thinking about you
cute birds, their wings entangled in my
network, in the web of a madman
tarantula spiders and those fighting in their dying stages
convulsions. Oh, how the nets tremble!

(2) I watch from the crack, all my eight
eyes directed at you, jaw claws
twitch. Can you see your reflection
in my shiny black eyes, not
burdened with vile pupils?   Mine
giant torso with eight furry
paws as long as the sacred
night?

(3) I get out of the nest and hurry to
you, doomed inhabitants of the air, first
to you... Don't flutter, don't flutter, I
already nearby and I can even let you go
sins, but first a brotherly kiss - and I
I thrust my left jaw into his
trustingly exposed neck;    poison
erupts through a thin channel into the wound with
torn edges, mud-colored liquid flows
by the frail, shaking
voluptuous agony to the flyer, mixed
with blood in a crimson hole, seeping out
under the feathers, envelops the bulging eyes
apples, burning flesh!

(4) What fiery love is hidden in my
cold body!   Love for you, darling
blood brother! But I'm sorry, I have to leave
poison for your sister. No! Our sister!

(5) I've been lying in wait for you for so long, no
moving and almost not breathing! Now we're here
at home.  I won't even eat youbetter
I'll catch a frog or a lizard. And I'll drag you
through the crack into the socket and put it on a soft
litter.  Far from my disgusting
relatives we will become best friends. Not
is it so?.. Oh, how much blood you have! How much
her around!!!

(6) It was the wind that broke my head. Wind,
furious wind, whipping up the snow
crust of a lonely polar island, chilly
blood, filling it with sharp,
crunching ice crystals.

(7) A thick bloody crust glued the eyelids and
in vain I click my teeth, trying to dig in
into the howling throat of the enraged
air flow, beams in vain
azure hatred Hellstone,
stuck in my head! Firestorm
generated by my madness, intertwined with
a scorching icy whirlwind, wraps around and
squeezes him like a hieroglyphic python.And
the frightened wind cannot escape!

(8) Through the glassy air he is chasing
him-possessed reptile, silvering
in the moonlight and extravaganza of snowflakes, furiously
opening mouth with dull purple
Nothing inside!  And the frightened cannot be saved
wind!

(9) Hey, wind, I took revenge! All nature
against me, the mind opposed me
nature, I am a malignant in the guise of a man
and my handshake is poisonous! I took revenge!

(10) I find a lot of strange and magical things
here: Dead knights in ringing armor
from shimmering crystal: Laughing children,
carved from marble;  Silk fields
reverse flowers and white flocks of winged
salamander; Faces growing from my palms.
But how can I remember all the miracles?!

(11) In the morning, when the fog is so dense,
that itselfThe Lord will remain in the dark
If I sin quietly, I dissolve Hellish
a stone in the acid of your thoughts. Grekhovna
thirst for knowledge, not knowledge itself. Now Stone
in me and no one will take it away. Never!

(12) Thunder almost turns the sky upside down
inside out!  - the clouds are drumming
sticks Prelude and flashes thin
The white-toothed smile of God is broken.  Me too
I smile at you, little creatures.

(13) Sounds float.    Even violins
blurry before the eyes of the enchanted
musicians whose heads are mounted on long
stiff necks.  Drives with bitterness
each bow clenched in crumbling
teeth.

(14) But what is this?!!  Transparent diamond
the blades are attached to the bows, but not in the hands
violins, and babies!!  At the same time
deadly ones take off with an enchanting brilliance
edges, creaking against bones and thousands of weak ones
the sip harmoniously produces a viscous vibration
an eardrum-tearing scream. Everyone plays their
party in a blood-soaked tailcoat.
Bows twitch back and forth, to the floor
the insides fall and are sawn in half
taurus. But under your feet, in rough-hewn
boxes, lying on top of each other, move
babies - thousands!  Thousands!!!  THOUSANDS!
The deafening screech is growing, growing!,
filling the entire Universe and breaks off!
Only the lonely cry of a tormented baby
a few more dreary minutes are heard,
like a slowly fading solo of exquisite and
a sophisticated instrument.     Violinists
launch crimson arms with long,
with hard fingers into the drawers, remove
helpless infants by the heads and,
freezing, they look at the conductor.  And again
a symphony that excites the heart beats in
wallsimmense hall!   Hunched
hard work, assistants dragging
new drawers! The conductor is jumping furiously
polyphonically inspired genius wand
deadly improvisations! Bravo, maestro!

(15) If I could fall in love without anything
find better than your music in the world! I became
by yourself!  Many masks have erased my
face, that's why I don't like mirrors. But I became
himself - a faceless spirit, putting on bodies like
clothes, not remembering Yesterday and Meaning. I became
itself - music, this vibration of air
took away everything that was fake! Am I waking up?!

(16) I am at peace.  It's natural
state.  I'm calm.  Thick snare
White webs sway rhythmically in the wind. I
Waiting for birds.  I've been waiting forever for the birds
they will come to me from the azure, drained of blood
blue ice.