The dawn, arrives.
Like fawn, under window...

Like I want to erase the fear
before I light a remote fire...

Writing on my sleeves,
I visualize an invisible coupling...

What do you think
a redemption of a clone will work...

That fake encounter
takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness...

The thrill of watching,
descent of reddened sun...

Green eyes in the crevices of rocks
will not let the fossil weep...

Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks...

If erupts again -
the eternal hate of caucuses...

Got struck on the spiky gate
a half-eaten deer...

Sitting on the heap of mortals,
an angel failed. The world...

They brought back saddle
without the warrior...