you close your eyes
and realise
that all your life
till now
you have been sleeping
in that sleep you walked you talked you blogged
in that sleep you worked you worked you worked
in that sleep you smoked you jerked you joked
and sowed a virtual harvest you’ll never be reaping
you jump
and run
and run
and run
you follow the rising sun
you make your way you follow none
and you know you can control your journey by breathing
you open your eyes
forget the clue
the clock is madly ticking at you
you put your suit and tie
and go to a meeting
you close your eyes
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You close your eyes.
You shut your nose.
You tear your ears...
You froze.
So calm. So still. So motionless. So pat.
Barely breathing, slightly moving head,
Unblinking, никаких реакций нет.
You know you are madly... and yet -- what?
Remember thoughts you hardly ever thought.
You want to say us something? I would not.
But still you dream and dream
Breathe out and then in
Lungs filled to the brim
So thin.
And morning comes, as death
Yet neverfuckingless
You stand like piece of chess...
Undress.
Meet sun with all your skin and all your blood,
The roof edge is so close, your eyes so shut,
And from the other side they sing and beg and call...
You are so small,
That shadow you have shed
Gets up, washes, eats, makes bed,
Leaves for the work, and that
Isn't game (to my regret).
Блатант Гарудинов 30.11.2014 04:32 • Заявить о нарушении
You shut your nose.
You tear your ears...
You froze.
So calm. So still. So motionless. So pat.
Barely breathing, slightly moving head,
Unblinking, никаких реакций нет.
You know you are madly... and yet -- what?
Remember thoughts you hardly ever thought.
You want to say us something? I would not.
But still you dream and dream
Breathe out and then in
Lungs filled to the brim
So thin.
And morning comes, as death
Yet neverfuckingless
You stand like piece of chess...
Undress.
Meet sun with all your skin and all your blood,
The roof edge is so close, your eyes so shut,
And from the other side they sing and beg and call...
You are so small,
That shadow you have shed
Gets up, washes, eats, makes bed,
Leaves for the work, and that
Isn't game (to my regret).
Блатант Гарудинов 30.11.2014 04:32 • Заявить о нарушении
Спасибо на добром слове! Да, забавно получилось. Но импульс-то чей, а? :)))
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