Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More My proximity is magmatic inside him While I was straightening my hand in elbow - I could see his face ten time. So close to absolute zero: the movements are painted. Once they will find me crouching here silently: and beside me: will lie the white frozen light. What does it mean: don't go there today? Or I will become part of some other self-pompous moment: when the bodies of craters is being returned from sky: I would like this more: To rain: Everytime when he step in: he wants to look elsewhere: and then his eyes are misting: but otherwise: with every breath: he's somehow: more transparent Through the thermal vision: the dark claret areas are spilling: around his chest: and close to nose: and on fingers: he is almost turquoise What mean - today? - What time? - The seamy dry surface on his human lips is still dragging my mouth somehow Where?![]()