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Оглавлениеwith the echo of a shadow
that sleeps after its voyage,
she sat with wolves & magicians
in a corner of an empty house
& saw someone coming
through the whirling snow
like a reflection from arson,
emitting sparks, shaking
the air as if to remind her
of the animal life.
A word, a whisper says this
in the dark: you are feverishly hot.
Forest stands behind forest.
Under your skins you have
other skins; you have a seventh
sense. Don’t you hear
the sky ping above your eye?
All of us are rain
under rain, noon spin
through bright meridian.
Mind drawn on, drawn out
like a little boat bringing
the flame from the other shore.
