Gods Are Ghosts
Run away beyond the rim
Like a playful water stream
In the Nature's bending mirror.
We are minnows, stars are mesh,
Gods are midnight's random splash.
[Stars are network, we are fish,
Gods are ghosts in glimmerish.]
Original: slova.org.ru/hlebnikov/godyljudiinarody/
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