Science Fiction

The back side of the brightness is not hot
Watery my pupils
his face beams;
as it dazzles onlookers unknown
through the glass door
with letters EFAK.

Balding man - or, or rather, nearly,
a man without a coat, zazhmurivayas, to five
liters of his blood, relying on
rack, adds a full glass of wine.

AND, starches, the worlds, vbyrayuschye rays
the sun, residents their
visible only at night,
He looked around the shadow, behind his back;
but unearthly sadness
transience of earthly.

15 January 1970, Yalta

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