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One night I found the Seller of Ravens.
Hands tied with exposed wires.
Skull is full of the fireflies.
Enough not to believe in safe havens.
One day I met the Seller of Crows.
We're lying, covered by smoke.
What aid should we invoke?
Our blood flows mixed and froze.
Then I became the Seller of Jackdaws.
Blank stare from under the hood.
Crippled voice, which they understood,
Glossy feathered sly outlaws.
15.12.22
Кардамон Зелёный
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From the nest roughly woven of wires, Where the memory chips were tangled, Cuckoo hatchling gazed into my eyes And to what is below, gently mangled.
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Неснятые сливки утра прильнули к гусиной коже, Имбирь и лимон терзают трещины на губах. Туманная заоконность сомнения смутно множит, А сколько шагов до края – не разглядеть впотьмах.
Finally Falling Asleep
All best days start at sunset, breathtaking. Here insomniac's journey begins. Lilac bruises are keepsake by waking. Lilac clouds torn apart by sunbeams.
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И пришлось прервать процесс передачи, Когда флаги затрепетали над улицей, Что называлась Аллеей Бродячих Собак. (Глядит на колонны. Хмурится.)
