Here I am again by this colorless sky,
littered with feathery, friable, by bread alone
souls. A bit of spitting. Mouse-vole
She greets me with a whistle. Half a century.
Periwinkle and boulder, overgrown with dense bristles
moss, not budged. And the smell of slime
faded, a simple strip, the segment Homer,
who have nowhere to go because of their size.
First noticed, probably, trees,
whose immobility is also a consequence of mistrust
the birds with their flickering and reflects the severity of
look at the many-armed - if not one-legged.
In the local impassive, flat, otherworldly light
the difference between fish, running on the network,
and weeping rain statue alkonavtov
visible only accustomed to the idea of dividing by two.
And diseases dvoetochye, than the quotient obtained by dividing
vote at bessroche, devil glaciation,
I fall to the native, rusty, granite mass
gray straw pupil, who returned back home.