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Nathan Brusovani<\/em>\nTranslated by Moshe Stolar\n\n<\/em><\/pre>\nI<\/strong>nsomniac clock\u2019s hands were drawing near midnight ::<\/p>\n
F<\/strong>antasy whatsoever loses intensity upon luckily reaching the goal ::<\/p>\n
A<\/strong> face turned inwards stands out for the lack of makeup ::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>phynx is hollow, the buzz of a stray thought makes it flinch ::<\/p>\n
R<\/strong>eward yourself with happiness \u2013 forget that it exists::<\/p>\n
W<\/strong>rite down your encounters step by step.\u00a0 Might happen, you\u2019ll need to retreat ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he half-life decay period of visual memory is five years.<\/p>\n
A<\/strong>fter this you just don\u2019t run into it ::<\/p>\n
V<\/strong>erboseness of silence is the stepmother of parting ::<\/p>\n
E<\/strong>ven without having been there, you have some notion of its existence ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he language teacher mumbled incoherently, having got tangled up in the labyrinths of her language ::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>plinters of hope scratch the skin ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>hinking about, we find ourselved inside the ::<\/p>\n
W<\/strong>oke up, washed up, looked through the window, became witness to the abyss of human suffering ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he riddle of life and the mysteries of creation are equally unpleasant on an empty stomach ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he trees have become witness to endless confessions. They turned black ::<\/p>\n
E<\/strong>very line virtually contains the horizon, but the vast \u2013 it is beyond any expression ::<\/p>\n
W<\/strong>ondered about life. Got a sentence as long as memory is::<\/p>\n
Y<\/strong>our silence is unbearable! \u2013 So lend me your lips…\u00a0 ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>hey cut this morning lopsided.\u00a0 Cries for help were heard time and again ::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>omewhere nearby, in life, in the bosom ::<\/p>\n
W<\/strong>eighed every word, ended up on the other side of reason ::<\/p>\n
F<\/strong>lamingo was inclined to go pink, while straightening its neck to fly off ::<\/p>\n
B<\/strong>eing erratic \u2013 exhaling all thought, the flight of mind, a deep breath, and a coughing fit::<\/p>\n
N<\/strong>o somersault I turned could move, if just a bit, the ugly stiffened blotch, that clogs my soul, my home, the universe as such ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he screeching shutters let in what was yesterday ::<\/p>\n
M<\/strong>emories were feeding on remnants of the seen ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he clenched stopper-rod of the old washbasin oozed the overheard ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he stain of an ended day was spreading over the tablecloth of weekdays ::<\/p>\n
B<\/strong>illions of specks of dust swirled up on command for the morning offering. I dodged unnoticed ::<\/p>\n
A<\/strong> wind blew from nowhere. It picked me up and carried away into nowhere ::<\/p>\n
M<\/strong>usic came through the \u0441racks.<\/p>\n
R<\/strong>agged holes in the being bulged with light. He sat on the edge of the day, grasping his knees ::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>pread out the borders. Pulled up the horizon. Sliced some time into the broth ::<\/p>\n
W<\/strong>ound up the heartbeat and waited.\u00a0 It came.\u00a0 It hurt ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>his minute took longer than usual.\u00a0 And came to an end unexpectedly ::<\/p>\n
H<\/strong>ad to revise his life principles on the go, where it was awfully crowded.\u00a0 So they got all filled up with feet scraping, brakes screeching, and faces running::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>torm of thoughts at once subsided on the plain of fancy words ::<\/p>\n
H<\/strong>is life was a false start.\u00a0 He was ahead of his time ::<\/p>\n
B<\/strong>uild up the suspense, then leave the reader to the attention of the night visitors ::<\/p>\n
F<\/strong>aces in the window were going in reverse.\u00a0Memory drove into the opposite lane ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he gravy train was over.\u00a0 The passengers got sacked ::<\/p>\n
A<\/strong> memory knot came undone.\u00a0 Boy, just what spilled out… ::<\/p>\n
N<\/strong>atural drives can wait for a while.\u00a0 Unnatural drives fill up the whole of you ::<\/p>\n
B<\/strong>ought a powder for removing all of the last thoughts, just to be on the safe side ::<\/p>\n
H<\/strong>air-raising thoughts visited him.\u00a0 When pondering on yet another one, he every time jerked his head ::<\/p>\n
G<\/strong>ulped down 50 grams of bitter words, took a bite of the weekdays.\u00a0 As usual ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he current of time is ruthless to swimmers without a life saver ::<\/p>\n
P<\/strong>lunged headlong into the slightly ajar ::<\/p>\n
A<\/strong> blank sheet.\u00a0 The verbosity to come is rolled into it ::<\/p>\n
E<\/strong>cho was dead scared clambering up after the mezzo::<\/p>\n
I<\/strong>t dawned on him. He broke into singing. Out of the ordinary ::<\/p>\n
D<\/strong>isagreements became intolerable. I ceased to understand myself ::<\/p>\n
R<\/strong>eady to leave this day, when falling asleep he smiled. But not for long ::<\/p>\n
W<\/strong>aves of light flooded those present.\u00a0 The enlightenment has been prepaid on the day before ::<\/p>\n
P<\/strong>er day, yearly, weekly, monthly, per merit ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>here was a sound. Petrovich shuddered.\u00a0 A certain half thought has been floating across the hemisphere::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he weather forecast was a failure.\u00a0 The woods tensed up in anticipation of a storm ::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>low down, wild rover, watch your tiny step ::<\/p>\n
R<\/strong>an out, looking down the street, and stopped dead \u2013 they cloned him! \u00a0::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he chiaroscuro, glorified by Mandelstam, remains deranged ever since the six days of Creation.\u00a0 The light bulb, sanctified by V. I. Lenin, kept sane for 48 hours ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he old men\u2019s babble chat and baby\u2019s lamentation \u2013 both are my mother tongue, but not with punctuation::<\/p>\n
G<\/strong>ave it some serious thought and flew away.\u00a0 One way ::<\/p>\n
C<\/strong>heering again, brandishing the hammer and anvil ::<\/p>\n
B<\/strong>labbed unwillingly.\u00a0 Confessed to himself ::<\/p>\n
M<\/strong>issed the appointed.\u00a0 Started to prepare for the worst ::<\/p>\n
I<\/strong>nfinity of the feathered disturbed consciousness while gently ruffling through what\u00a0remained of his hair ::<\/p>\n
G<\/strong>ray is the hour. Each minute like barbed wire. The wait goes on and on. The wristwatch just died out ::<\/p>\n
C<\/strong>ircumstances went backwards.\u00a0 The endured piled up at the entrance ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he statue turned into stone. A marble nipple trickled a vein of quartz ::<\/p>\n
F<\/strong>oliage stiffened, stunned.\u00a0Adam and Eve were getting rid of their nakedness ::<\/p>\n
B<\/strong>lurted out in a fit of temper, as though cut off ::<\/p>\n
H<\/strong>orizons appeared while submerging ::<\/p>\n
R<\/strong>are meditations aloud brought the silent monks closer to one another ::<\/p>\n
A<\/strong> sound from the heavens has dissolved, it killed the dream for silence ::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>cattered promises made jogging difficult ::<\/p>\n
D<\/strong>ust settled time after time, it left an aftertaste of the ages ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he bell\u2019s toll crashed into the ground ::<\/p>\n
U<\/strong>p rushed a bird, calling into yet another day and a dazzling morning \u00a0::<\/p>\n
F<\/strong>orget. Don\u2019t recollect. But the fingers, the fingers go numb \u2013 she\u2019s so close ::<\/p>\n
A<\/strong>bandoning the waiting orbit, the eye expects a brand new day ::<\/p>\n
Y<\/strong>ou can\u2019t close yourself inside yourself. You can break out from the inside of someone else ::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>tood up. Sat down. Went into a spin like mad ::<\/p>\n
T<\/strong>he scene where they part \u2013 necks twisted, a duel! ::<\/p>\n
H<\/strong>e went through a lot.\u00a0 Carried it all away ::<\/p>\n
S<\/strong>pilled it, lost it, bumped into it, gathered it up, forgot about it for good ::<\/p>\n
E<\/strong>ven if you don\u2019t know \u2013 it\u2019s still nice ::<\/p>\n
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The End<\/p>\n
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