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Публикация: 2013-09-01
Раздел: фантастические

21th December the end of t world or reincarnation

«Mustafa used to built the road
Mustafa used to walk on this
But Jigan has knifed him
Kolka Svist has buried him.»
(From one old russian prison song)
..........................................
People say that
We will die
On 21th December
Seems like it’s quite rightly
Oh! Finally determined
The day of death all over the world!

There is one schizophrenic idea
If someone is afraid to believe
And he can’t just relax

He can stop reading this
And any claims won’t be accepted!
--------------------------------------------------
When I was in hospital in the reanimation room
I was about 50 years old
I was in prostration
I’ll try to describe it

Nine nights
I was walking the black line
I didn’t have any dreams
Unconsciousness
Neurons in my head was exterminating
Memo-
Ries

But, on the tenth day
I had an dream

Carnival
Crazy clowns
And I felt like I had narcotic in me…
17 century
I’m four years old
I am infant of Spain !!!

Suddenly I woke up
But I almost failed to do this
Seem like it was a prophetic dream
Or it was just injection of something unknown

Some thought began to mess with my head
Somewhere in my mind
Maybe it was just vein spirit (Fuck this!)
Or maybe revelation?
And it occurred

It was just an instinct of self-preservation
“I’m going to die!
But in moment,
I’m in another
Now I'm going to die
But in an instant
I - in another dimension!

I leak centuries through the veil
A sort of super - Progressor
I Break Through
I shall not be in captivity
Yours Sozialepensionkasse!

Later, at night
Inflamed brain
Has become stronger
I have two pair ...

Hundred devils!

Universe hang out on time card
Only those who make it so necessary.

Lermontov, Pushkin, Verlaine, Choi, Talkov
Bring them the numbers immeasurable...

The universe takes away their souls in an alcove
Ground leaving the body
.............................................
Universe needs young soul
And the best talents
Not much clouded sew up

Sinks from Africa flimsy boat
The children are immigrants ...
In Japan - Fukushima

Explosions, fires,
chain of disasters
This is a diabolical plan of Genius
Soul carried away
In the melting pot
Resettlement

(Given the end of World
Like Salvation)

They cherish for other cases
Throw in other ages
All Souls accountant Lord
Accounts sometimes
And not counting bodies.

Just who
They will say tomorrow
Goodbye forever ...
Throwing knuckles
Fate
It is better not to know ...
....................................................
I come to oneself
Left to chance
And looked around

Well you are my God!
What a share
Waiting for me then ...
....................................................
Almost Buddhist
Gennady Svistunov
(перевод на английский - Виктор Свистунов)

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