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As if we were: in sleep: still to the waist in you:
we can't escape it: perhaps: the creatures: which will come after us:
they'll run like wind in their dreams - or they'll throw themself back and will swim ...
but: we don't know it -
I often dreamed about you formerly:
I still remember:
that: nothing fit in the hands so well: like helm on a sailboat:
maybe it's enough - to remember just one of those things:
which formerly seemed so practical:
so that: the boy doesn't disappear completely: when the man grows around him
I wanted to be a seaman: and I still like it: but now not for the same:
now I'd sail to the end of the milky fog to you:

I'm not afraid to drown myself:
I'll calmly swim with you:
between peel of the orange: which you eat every day for dinner:
even from full bath - sometimes I can hear the call of the wild:
and waves bore me from here couple of times to the lighthouse:
under which the tide is crushing:
So maybe I'll drown:
but: there is probably no better opportunity: 
how to be totally saturated with a feeling –
and darkening flashes of lighthouse will shed light on my next life:
in the heads of those: who love me

By the way:
the rustling:
what they sell in conches: is trash compared to tide -
so what are we going to do?
You'll ladle to your pocket with pearls:
and we'll play polo with moon:
or we'll dance waltz with hurricane:
and you tell me: where you're hiding fairy-tale emirates?
In lagoons:
where you put on the drops of rain like wedding rings:
we can upset a couple of Pufferfish:
then it is possible to snowball with them well:
We can go to beach for a while: to train waves in the long jump:
or we can take today's palm airdrop to unknown islands:
 
It's liberating for me: that with you: I can move only with loose fingers: 
because: my fists are holders of emptiness








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