Nodoing

I found this last village council with damn difficulty.
Where are the candles made from the lard of an animal like a boar?
The chairman of a collective farm or a wild district policeman. Both hid in the forests for a long time...
And they also told me about rummaged Muscovites: in the mausoleum, they say, there are dummies.
They themselves laugh as we flow in the line into the quietest silence.
Leaders are forever alive! They live in us...
...And then, without commas, breaking pencils,
finely, finely, like you write a little thing: it’s creepy in the industrial area,
I want to piss and the snow is always whistling...
...Any desire is predetermined by delight.
It’s not so much a desire as a question - “how much”...
You leave, distorted in any way. Like they cut you alive or give birth to you.
...Who do you live with now? And what kind of life?
Do you prefer dirt, roll for life and become sour?
Dirt, and not so much sex, saves.
When a little boy, like a little brother, gets underfoot...
Understand, old man - we are down to hell. That behind the rise of a nation there is always fall and decline.
And you read not even lips, but sideways glances.
That the nation is deteriorating and the authorities will not help: Trotsky, Lenin or 'Steelman'.
Each of us is a sadist at heart.
Black and brown fall down...
...Drones record life that previously only flies and a sleepy cat could observe:
landings in incredible places. In the bathroom, where there is rose water. A hundred times.
Licking matte, sweet to the point of pain and dear to the point of chills - condoms...
Pinch! Maybe it's just sleepy...
...Acceleration of combat turn - nine. Come on!
See!, the shadow of MIG is creeping along the ground.
Everything, everywhere and always happens instantly, like in an instant.
Just peeled off from the wall as a shadow of forgotten ancestors -
immediately a crazy party with madness, like a dance with a portrait.
He asks you with only his eyes, as they look through the sights:
Why are you so alive? This is 'nodoing'...