On the Day of Doom, in the fire and fume, angel makes his bet on the roulette,
and there is no more time, there is no more grime, there's only the light sets
in, of such unbelievable kind, unkind with crookedness and force,
that I see myself from behind, from behind – cadaver spots
are washed away by the particle flux, and consciously, through the back
way I always leave my underground muse for the four elements' lack
and my shuddering soul will be on course to some paradise atoll
and will float in the void with her sailors accursed – like a burn-out «Forrestal».
On the Day of Doom
© Copyright: Дмитрий Мельников, 2013
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I liked it, by the way!
Юлия Красноуралочка 14.10.2014 21:01 • Заявить о нарушении
I liked it, by the way!
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