man was hunting an endless fox

Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi

man was hunting an endless fox

 

stuck in a sedative fog

that will not move

the poppy seeds

 

leaves without skeletons

are weightless

like a voice saying

"sleep now"

 

naked giants

smoking a pipe

fog comes out of it

 

sorcered grandmothers

embroider shirts for giants

shirts made of ground

 

naked giants

just smoking a pipe

their huge hearts

not move

 

man was hunting an endless fox

as always failed

at least his walking soul

can be tobacco

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