Just sleep

Yes, on the fortieth day when Letov died.
I saw him in a sleep.
It was some kind of airport duty free.
All glossy and brightly lit.
And I saw a tray of rags,
And in my life, I'm a shopaholic.
And whenever I see a tray of cheap rags, I go through it.

And I'm going through the rag tray.
And Egor Letov walks past me
and he looked at me with bewilderment.
And he passed me by with such a look of wonder.
A fleeting glance.

Can you imagine the awkwardness of the situation?
You're self-consciously rummaging through a tray of junk in the airport duty free.
 and your Conscience walks by behind you.
looking at you in surprise.

In my sleep, I am exactly what I am,
which is me rummaging through a tray of junk.
That's a shame.
I had a chance to talk, but I was too busy.
I only had this vivid dream once many years ago.
Yeah, on the 40th day.

But I see it often in my dreams.
It's always snow drifts, pitch black night and a bonfire.
Maybe this is what Omsk looks like in the netherworld.
"Outside all dimensions" didn't work.
The very center of the Earth's continent.
Was the chosen point a coincidence?

But in dreams there are no continents,
there's an icy night and a smoky fire with sticks and tires.
They're always hard dreams with a guarantee of hard thoughts in the morning.
And in these particular sleeps, you don't know you're dreaming - you're not lying.
Meeting your Conscience?
Do you dare to visit yours?

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