Пермское море

(Из сборника "Третий элемент")

Beheaded there I’m drifting in the sea
Films of my meat on lucid surface
Perception is occurring in between
Sparse urges guarding it relentlessly

Sharks glide with pure bleak eyes
Straits slotting spits and shallow gulfs
Lay soaking in the greeny rains
The sun is hanged without a sound

Star mingled crests far deep reside
Between the inward skin and inward sky
I felt their threading echoing shifted veins
Inside the sun rumbled my agony

Centipedes mused the crawling gut
Locks swirled embodying beats
Fulfillment had resentfully refrained
Misleading unattained oh once again

Near dark horizons circling visions
Lace broke that thin and elegant
The hand of one I dearly loved
Deprived of washing her tears flow

Tails of the mighty marine giants
In rise surrendering to the milky way
And solar winds are sorely blown away
Through bleeding eye of theirs origin

Lay here you peaceful bottom leaves
Watch figures of the corpses flow
Centering times they’ll cease to go
Everything be their bloom and scent

All painted red and white hot sleeves
Blood streams infusing liquid corridors
Coronal loops receding in the disk
In blackness boiling vessels knotting

Two naked women far on plains
Carried me out in silent fields of wheat
Stabbed me with smack fucking to death
Threw my metallic pieces in the river

Returning slowly there composing me
Yet newer shapes been born from sands
Walking containing sentenced bondage
Sharp crystals of the sequenced touch

Moon closing towards lustful waves
Shuddering deep with lost religious grief
Of bitter union striding up the creatures
Fermented brains lie on the shores

And showers of the acid comets fall
Vortices dance the sky with fountains
Of many lights of forms and fallen pieces
Melting the moon blasting away

Sharp chains recline in frozen valleys
As sea begins to tear on crumbling screens
Through fragile passage trusted spirits dead
Mutating shades make eyeballs rot

Sea furiously deeper leads me sink
Tapestries vomit clinging strands of fate
Ears hardly opening deadly voices ring
Refraction in the passed out state

Awakened in the deepest cave
Sounds hovering back into my skull
Partly my flesh was solid made
My head turned round on agile bone

Between two gates I stood in fright
It was the sacred choice I knew
Disfigured steps trace to the right
Imprinted heart still hanging viewed.