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Constantine [Kedrov]

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As the means of the mirror of [vznesen] above the Peterhof
in order to bring down downward the cascade of the mirrors
so by deafness wrapped Beethoven
the died-out zodiac spread on the keys

So in the precipice of the treble clef
notes become numb and they ache the collar bone
Treble clef is rounded as the earth
it is similar on [ochertane] of the dead bird

[Grozdya] of roses shedding melancholy
they grow heavy from this melancholy
each traveller the only of the way
forgetting in a feeling the feeling

In each field there is a field of the battle
in each battle there is the oblivion
From existence not to create the surplus
everything that surplus - nonexistence

As thermometer from the last forces
its degree draws out
so I [polneba] into itself contained
and extruded into the sky happiness

But there far from each kiss
light as cardiogram where there is no gap
or as the cemetery lane
not having the limit

in front of me
going around the imaginary line
behind me going around the echo
so Ophelia catches the lily
and it sinks in the depth of the laughter


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