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Fuss moves us away from each other,
Braided all thoughts with a web stick,
Therefore, it is sometimes difficult
Distinguish between small and great.

Suet is a cell for hypnosis victims,
Although her doors are wide open,
Only few who finds us
The strength is in itself to leave it.

Overcoming spasms and convulsions,
Waves of despair, outbreaks of madness,
I break the sticky bonds
Poisonous, slippery octopus
On the way to the world of unshakable truths,
Where each act is meaningful,
On the other side of hell and paradise
I am free, I'm starting up.

Revelations are waiting for you like birds
What are ready to flush off the snowy branches.
Do not frighten them with a rude nonsense,
After all, they are afraid of fuss.

I have a few more steps left
Towards open doors,
Only take your head out of a vice,
Away from a cramped cage quickly

To the spaces of the fields, to the will,
To the limitless blue sea,
To wild herbs, to frantic waves,
Above a thunderstorm, over flashes of lightning,
Faster than thunder and wind,
Already at almost the speed of light,
In the direction of the lunar treats
I'm breaking away from the ground, and ...

Run away from cruel symptoms of neurosis,
From games without rules, from the performances of the shameful,
From this taller prose,
Boring to me to nausea

Through the anfilads of countless rooms
According to the corridors of stuffy and dark,
Along the highway going into the sky,
Through the garden covered with snow,
Park, wasteland, no road back
Further - take -off strip
Push off and feel the flame
Sparks of stars under my feet, and ...