pleiadd, Плакин М. - Так повелось
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The gorget will conceal,
exuding death,
the most terrifying horror —
on Atlas's shoulders;
here in rusty Elysian cauldrons
archangels prepare
lamb carcasses well done.
The roar of words will stifle with trembling,
and meanwhile there
even Leibniz cannot become
an advocate for the evil god.
The all-merciful one will not knock the doors off their hinges for them —
let a park of angels grow on the ashes of children.
And if paradise is like that — then to hell with it.
My life is dearer to me,
although in some places
there are dangerous turns,
and in some places, losses.
I drill into memory with a dental drill:
if someone says that we will cease to exist —
I won't believe it.
God, press the heavens
into our eyes.
The dances of death
are incomparably
close.
Little by little
I still choose risk,
it so happened that

I've put this film on repeat for the twentieth time:
again on the street, with a strained voice,
autumn will wheeze,
again the nose will squint
from cigarette smoke
and there is no boundary at all.
It so happened that
I've put this film on repeat for the twentieth time,
and the familiar plot
sits here,
the sickle of fate mows down,
but you and I
will be apart until old age
and will not be together afterwards.
That's how it happened.

I've put this film on repeat for the twentieth time:
again on the street, with a strained voice,
autumn will wheeze,
again the nose will squint
from cigarette smoke
and there is no boundary at all.
It so happened that
I've put this film on repeat for the twentieth time,
and the familiar plot
sits here,
the sickle of fate mows down,
but you and I
will be apart until old age
and will not be together afterwards.
That's how it happened. It was all in vain, the buffoonery:
the cipher isn't in the freckles,
the cipher is the code on the intercom;
easy to confuse.
The past trails behind us like a single tail,
we are uglier than a toad's tail,
but more harmonious than a gospel choir.
A final request:
"For God's sake,
just drop by,
sooner or later,
before I'm rooted, like
a toenail, into the soil."
And if you want to too,
we will return everything we then destroyed,
time will close in on itself,
the tail will tighten, like an ouroboros.
The heavens of heavens in your apartment;
everything is inside out —
for the Garden of Eden is truly
a biblical Gomorrah.
Chronos, press the heavens
into our eyes.
The dances of death
are incomparably
close.
Little by little,
I still choose the risk,
it's just how things are.

I've put this film on repeat
for the twentieth time:
again, in the street, with a strained voice,
autumn will croak,
again, my nose will squint
from cigarette smoke,
and there is no boundary at all.
It's just how things are,
I've put this film on repeat
for the twentieth time,
and the familiar plot
sits here,
the sickle of fate mows down lives,
but you and I
will be apart until old age
and not together afterwards.
That's just how things are.

I've put this film on repeat
for the twentieth time:
again, in the street, with a strained voice,
autumn will croak,
again, my nose will squint
from cigarette smoke,
and there is no boundary at all.
It's just how things are,
I've put this film on repeat
for the twentieth time,
and the familiar plot
sits here,
the sickle of fate mows down lives,
but you and I
will be apart until old age
and not together afterwards.
That's just how things are. I'll lie down in the dark for a while —
and I'll feel better.
Heart, we're not the masters here —
we just
need to come to terms with this again;
oh, such is the given reality...
Old man Buddha taught:
"the more desires —
the more suffering," —
that's the foundation.
(that's the foundation)
Every person is like a kind of vase;
we are of different shapes, yes,
but the fountain of life
fills us all to the brim;
so I will
fill a glass full of life
and approach the window alive:
rain is pouring on the flowerbeds
and the flowers above them are like a halo (blooming).
Everything isn't so bad after all, because nature is
a sphinx, not a bore...
Well, come on:
quiet down, limbic noise (all these thoughts),
quiet down, limbic noise...
away, away thoughts
away