Hold on to the mane of space horse

Starry disease ache -
Themselves do not respect! Have
Need the courage
Leave the Commonwealth
Ill star,
While it is too late.

Standing in an open field
I think that in the wild,
I think that the free
And all is well suited,
But this is an illusion
Space contusion.

Not present all of this -
Past thoughts silhouettes
And the forest for the trees can not see
And it hurts and shame
What we all find ourselves on the hook
And, like moths to disappear,
Do not know the truth.

And, as if "nenavmysno"
Appears Light
From it - silhouette
The rustle of wings behind him -
Hello, dear my angel
Carried out on Earth?
See, what, where?
Fly, my friend,

This helicopter cleaner!
Speed - Space,
Capsule Light - cylindrical
Brakes, Guatemala,
Time has passed so little
Since then, as was the curtain
And we are spread throughout the world, as opposed to
Past retreats,
Which hindered creativity.

Hold on to the mane of space horse
From the nostrils - the fire frying pan,
In the eyes - an infinite universe
And with the mind - gelding ordinary.

That's right, do not believe your eyes -
Believe feelings
Do not believe the words - listen to the heart,
A Walk to know,
What star fever ache -
Themselves do not respect!

24.10.10. Hudson