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M. B.

I was only in, what
you touched his hand,
is something in the dead, crow
night has declined brow.

I was only in, What are you
there, down below, various:
vague at first appearance,
much later - features.

It's you, hot,
oshuyu, right hand
ear shell
created me, shepcha.

It's you, pulling
Stort,, in wet chamber
mouth put my voice,
hail thee.

I was simply blind.
You, arising, hiding,
granted me zryachest.
So leave a trail.

So create worlds.
So, created, they are often
rotate left,
lavishing gifts.

So, throw it in the heat,
and cold, in the light, in the darkness,
lost in the Universe,
spinning ball.

1981

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