The coming night will be wild,
a stream of live matter,
As well as the 1 who's always dead: they'll get off the occupation
Alas, statues, long ago abandoned
the house-wheater, the tenement houses will rise,
boulders with exceptionally hard feet,
sapphires, nettles and cell telephone transmitters.
All this vastness will flow through my tongue,
in the virulent dance, it will flow smoothly,
to find a place in Relief
I'll mention that Comfort is simply a woman,
So the rooting in it will not end
otherwise than with greatness).
with the key of the engine step device
step-stepping traces of cams, mobile
Submurder, roots. I'll be blessed,
When I say the word "fall" in my mind.
In this tender word there will be hearts,
sequins, mild waste.
