It s like a demon

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It’s like a demon entering us.
This is sound, acoustics, resonance,
it’s a bunch of strength, and the denser
so tightened by a snake on me.
This is a demon who has found an entrance in the sternum.
Open wide, let it in
without trying to change anything -
it passes through the throat and rings in it.
It's like a storm, an ocean flurry
of those in which he did not survive
not a single one who repelled him.
Renounce, soak in a grid of pores
under the beat of the heart a beating beat.
This is the weight and measure of your love,
crushing a thousand anahats.
This is the weight and measure of his sin.
Take a surge of sound wave
answer him with the hateful WE
because in the sound I rejected
you will be born crucified by him.


Eto budto demon, vkhodyashchiy v nas.
Eto zvuk, akustika, rezonans,
eto sgustok sily, i chem plotney,
tem zatyanut tuzhe zmeyey na mne.
Eto bes, v grudine nashedshiy vkhod.
Otkryvaysya shire, vpuskay yego,
ne pytayas' chto-nibud' izmenit' -
on prokhodit gorlom i v nem zvenit.
Eto budto shtorm, okeanskiy shkval
iz takikh, v kotorykh ne vyzhival
ni odin iz davshikh yemu otpor.
Otrekaysya, vpityvay setkoy por
pod udary serdtsa stuchashchiy bit.
Eto ves i mera tvoyey lyubvi,
razdrobivshey tysyachu anakhat.
Eto ves i mera yego grekha.
Prinimay priliv zvukovoy volny,
otvechay yemu nenavistnym MY,
potomu chto v zvuke otvergnuv YA,
ty rodish'sya, buduchi im raspyat.

19 августа 2012 в 22:16


3 сентября 2012, 15:32 Prince
Гениально.
Не хочу привыкать к твоей гениальности....хочу, чтоб каждый раз как в первый..ты меня удивляешь .. я хочу быть изумленным тобой..твоим талантом...твоим даром..


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