Sensations
Distortions...
I and not I
I seem...
At the river in a dream
Sparks and snow...
I conceal and turn
I am turned...
Also the river sparkles,
Also bridges flash-
Also two slides
In catafalques empty...
You will not curtail; sorry, all have erased...
And to it all
Blue-blue...
The ball will fly-
Without you and with you...
You will not return... sorry, all have erased...
And to the full extent, a trap,
As a top a toy, great a toy
All my love...
Sensations...
I at all I...
I as a snow am turned
I seem...
Also will dream in a dream-
Sparks-January
Orange snow
On your lanterns
You will not return... sorry, have erased
And yourself you will not find
In unloved houses
Also you will dig into fear
As on mines in the dark
You will not return... sorry, have erased
Orbital dust - traitors, cowards...
Dead, them twirls, twirls
All my love...
