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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?