Bride

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BRIDE

Bride is shaggy by the light

Weightless stairs skip

It adopts smooth trembling

It loop door binds

[Strugaet] its reflection

Voice torn away from the tree

it holds by throat it tastes

or white executioner s block it swallows

It dances on the wormy trampoline

it [shireet] by screen it twinkles by the honey

under the thigh of the axe of the night

It fingers [chelovechit]

It chops the sorrowful violin

it sinks in the hole of the wooden

Sarcophagus twittering like the wind

Chorus [bedreyushchiy] by the sarcophagus

By marvellous incense it [zakhlebnetsya]

the starving millstone “eight”

grinding the temples

That you is daughter exposed

Or you no one's?

Or ringing by nipples it kneads the lilac

the turbine drill of impassable light?

In the sleek case of the [dvoebedroy] poleaxe

it is possible to pack itself only.