Gas

< Sergei Anchutkin



Each of us
Gas is
As in the kitchen with an open gate -
you believe it? even now
not faded
Jets from all the pores of consciousness,
fills the heart and tissues,
blood vessels,
The brain and the rest of the limb
Penetrates habits
and all our lovely quirks ...
In general, all that we see,
as a manifestation of humanity.
So along with the breath:
Gets into the environment,
Fills a
atmosphere Giving rise to a solid knowledge -
Or unshakable faith ...
In the presence of lighters, matches
or at least a spark -
Ignite quickly,
solid blue tongue,
or explodes
Jerky dispersing all the stale air
Inside
Lights of the night, warm days ...
Lets bring to a boil the water
Or just - on fire glare look
But if the gas does not ignite - Through an oversight, or simply idleness ...
That safety
There comes apathy, nausea,
Aching pain in the chest,
Loss of consciousness
Choking,
And death