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yesterday was yesterday, and tomorrow will be tomorrow.
It's the golden canon.
What is given and accepted is no longer relevant.
idling -
to build time from memories,
without even looking at each other.
at that moment a lot happened,
but I had to brush it off, I have to
We had to go through the card index together.

now - uncertainty is creeping dragonlike,
and there is - the dragon is fog, at night, close to the ground
they move. and their gaze is never a focus.

combinatorics is for profanation,
and we need something else,
to align the earth's axis with your posture.
Everything else is a metaphor, this is not.
One more gesture left to make
the impulse is the dandelion's fluff.

The air responds to me,
but in an angry and grotesque way,
with the remarks of indignant women,
had they known that the recipient of their anger
was passing by at that very moment.

The dragon dragged
the dragon is the fog. from forest to forest
he crosses a deserted road
at night in the light of headlights.
and the rain clouds are also him,
and, only sometimes, Akutagawa is Ryunosuke.
she bought two bunches of green onions
on the cheap and she's happy?

Don't blame her for that.
A woman must be - not be,
Otherwise, a woman is not quite a woman.
Not at all. It's in the ideal.
Personality is a yang quality.
(it's obviously in Chinese.)
But objectification is impossible
if there's no subject.
yin is the moonlit side of the mountain.

yesterday was yesterday,
and tomorrow will be tomorrow.
What's relevant is what's right here--
dragon-- high humidity.
the condition is uncertain--
he's lying in the mist, resting,
rarely do they sleep
below the level of the high mountains.

the magic pearl
all dragons have under their chin.
They use it to control the rain.
Is it possible already?
The atmosphere is oppressive.
It's hard to breathe in the fog,
When it's above your head, it's dense,
It's white up close, even at night in the field.

Where else? Haven't you ever been in a field at night?
What were you doing there?
By the way? I have to ask.

There's no repetition. The words are curtains.
There's no point in talking to someone
who speaks in words. He won't say anything.
But have you seen the dragon?
He was here just now.

(deepl translated by him, too, the ahuli)
the author's head should never stick out of the ode,
who did aristotle write poetics for?
I haven't read it.
and not to draw Imagism,
like a stencil of birds and flowers,
but I'm a super realist--
there was a dragon -
that means we are talking about him.
It's called "Ode to Sour Cream in a Hundred Volumes, Volume Two."

I don't want to say it in Russian, I don't know how to say it in English.
It's no big deal. I'll shut up.
but the dragon, he flew away suddenly without a trace.

deepl not correct go translatete. litteraly i sayed "kissel" a not "Sour Cream".
and a lot more reraited this's bot.  no matter, case Everything else is nonsense too, and there is absolutely no difference between nonsense and non-nonsense.
tnx for attention.