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He recorded dreams in a box

on papyrus tobacco,

distorted every day your speculation,

breaking dreams offal,

he touched the hand of the equator

and it is exchanged for bread,

he asked

blind speaker deny unnecessary nonsense,

cursed every day buses

for roads and for driving,

beat a half globe,

harnessed himself into a furrow,

He was silent when quietly floated

unread emails in the pond ...

His lectures were not published.

And he broke out loud in the morning.

He dreamed of the sky, of the cosmos,

about the unknown stars of her ...

And she - what is it? Insomnia.

His ghost anchored in darkness.