Often you cannot...

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Often you cannot fully understand
what I feel like and where to go
from such sensations. They fonit
following the example of invisible radiation.
To me the bodily line is so thin
which doesn’t matter how far the source is.
I will feel my hand when my hand
touches the most tender of the centers.
I know how your fingers slide
on my skin inaccessible to fingers.
If this is not fully understood,
why then can you smell it?

Why did I learn to drink you
if it tears me apart
and leads to a hopelessly dead end
useless whining bloodhound instinct ...

This is strange - you have to talk about
that no one can measure anything.
Are you with me. Is it you or your phantom
receiving face and habits of the beast.
A third of the man in you
and two thirds of your primeval strength
make me burn from you
waking up one day so happy
and catch that feeling, follow him
and where - I do not know. To go somewhere
where not taste or smell, but where phonite,
where sensory miracles are ajar,
where both exhale and inhale skip measures.

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Zachastuyu nel'zya do kontsa ponyat'
chto ya chuvstvuyu, kak i kuda devat'sya
ot takikh oshchushcheniy. Oni fonyat
po primeru nevidimykh radiatsiy.
Mne telesnaya gran' do togo tonka,
chto ne vazhno naskol'ko dalek istochnik.
YA pochuvstvuyu ruku, kogda ruka
prikosnetsya k nezhneyshim iz sredotochiy.
YA zhe znayu, kak pal'tsy tvoi skol'zyat
po moyey nedostupnoy dlya pal'tsev kozhe.
Yesli eto ponyat' do kontsa nel'zya -
dlya chego zhe togda eto chuyat' mozhno?

Dlya chego ya tebya nauchilsya pit',
yesli eto menya razryvayet v shchepki,
i vedet v besprosvetno glukhoy tupik
bespolezno skulyashchiy instinkt ishcheyki...

Eto stranno - tebe govorit' o tom,
chto nel'zya nikomu i nichem izmerit'.
Ty so mnoy. Eto ty ili tvoy fantom,
prinimayushchiy lik i povadki zverya.
Cheloveka v tebe naberetsya tret',
a dve treti tvoyey pervobytnoy sily
zastavlyayut menya ot tebya goret',
prosypat'sya odnazhdy takim schastlivym,
i lovit' eto chuvstvo, idti za nim,
a kuda - ya ne znayu. Idti kuda-to,
gde ne vkus ili zapakh, a gde fonit,
gde sensornykh chudes priotkryt taynik,
gde i vydokh, i vdokh propuskayut takty.


9 сентября 2012 в 21:21


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