Poetoma ofTaachoasy
Sergey Tsimbalenko


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Poetoma ofTaachoasy



Sergey Tsimbalenko



  



Sergey Tsimbalenko,2019

 , ,2019



ISBN978-5-4496-8551-3

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Rustle ofan ancient foliage is growing obsolete with architecture

out ofair the iron and the stone are twining their shadow

far away the smell ofgrass is growing blue with numbing twilight ofavile symbol

ayear is hacked into millenia as per verity inthe minds ofbirds

eyes are tumbling under awhirlwind ofthoughts

words are stabbing words

human-shaped blood is dripping

hands have been curving their wings with the frost ofsolitude for alongtime

foamy cliffs ofwarm tides appear through piles ofsnow

ache ofasmile

ejaculation oflamentation

this is taachoasy

this is the sand ofdead-stiff spawn ofagonizing days.

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Frequency ofabottom

motionlessness ofankles above feral railroad wheels

apause inacrevice ofslumber is mellowing with delirium

blind fingers are sliding across electronic letters

whose meaningless light swallows faces

each moment apushkin is dying inside apushkin-likeman

somebody is eating adog and is copulating with rain within the reality oftheirownmind

but nobody inthe crowd shudders after ashattering tumble ofthis image

christ born from the grain ofamemory passes between bombs ofideas

heads are wavering

there is soil hiding inside tiny pupils

and adraft-grown hair garden is swaying

scissors oflegs

outcry ofair.

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Human-like books leisurely float inasubway space

each shabby page still bears the smell ofcoffee

shoes do not feel any burden since flesh recognizingits vanity is weightless

inthe dimension

where roofs from the skys point ofview do not exist

the roofs look down and watch people like they watch stars

lips hear behind the clasped teeth the sounds ofvibrating angles ofasmile

it is afact on aface with halogen light sticking toit unexposing

outside thetime

byan abyss

blossoming flowers from behind the hatred and vocal cords are trembling

silently inspiring

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People imprisoned inthe flesh steadily follow theirlips tothe eludinglove

jaws swaying on words hear no letters

but clearly distinguish the tremble ofsilentfeet

whose ears are stuck tothe ground

from where the sleepless hell can be heard

isidore ducasee steps out ofthe crowds bosom

and reaches for his incinerating notebook

when shaken byan incautiousstep

the syllables are silent lautr amont

the sky is painting the air with abloody pileup

under the glances verge poppy is growing with vermiliality

everything vanishes inaging photographs grabbing its fragments from alookbacksmoan

the coast is more and more distant

defloredly

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Inan instant

people inside people settle inthe new lands

burden evaporates from the surface ofasunlit slope

drops not reflecting the image ofthe land are ripening with cosmic chasm touchlessly

amoment is hidden on the other side ofdelusiveness

the eyes reiterate on the surface offaces

resembling an intake ofbreath before afireshot

the umbral dancers inasubway are dancing tothe music ofspeed

with aweary hand the ether is painting its pale shadow inamemory

as ameek drowned man the bodies emerge tothe surface ofacity

the osmose offorms is imperceptible

under the skin afountain spurts ahoney blend on adesired image incessantly

behind the dull bus windows the mirror ofverity reflects the world byaweeping asphalt

avikings crescent vessel is roaming the sphericalsea

the waves ofdelight are wakeless.

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Sleepgapingsun

pensive hands are spread out on sluggish dungeonbars

amurky edge ofsomnolence

unalterable as alandscape ofdusty walls

only athreadbare clinker ofthings is guarding its shadows

hey pale guardian wakeup

what is that wind that rocks my serenity

flow ofan hour decays

deflorection

my poetic style reaches with its branches towards the air from the trite shakespeareacts trembling

you stand byan abyss

and your mute speech is glowing like adoorway

nosferatu sings the songs ofblizzard woven from babys flesh

seams ofhostilebits

hamlets collect their traces inthe corner oftime

an inverse image ofthe fall elongates its journey

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