I am hiding in a corner of myself
myself
Tripping down towards my black heart
black heart
I am free in sore space of my cell
my cell
Помоги мне, Брат!*
I don't fly, nor crawl, nor drink
nor drink
I can breath emptiness by stars
by stars
If I wish I could end a ring
a ring
Позвони, Сестра!**
Does my language have size of the sun
the sun
In a jar with pickles to sweat
to sweat
Long ago I was a son
a son
А теперь поэт!***
*Help me, Brother!
**Call me, Sister!
***And I am a poet now
2015
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