Locators of grey bats
pulled out a fence somewhere behind the scenes.
The moon visible minimally to the naked eye.
The facts are the blue spots on placards.
The elephant is setting foot on the slopes of invisible India
and curling like 3-D dreams above not also flat,
but poisonous Magnitogorsk,
wound round with purple smoke.
Pure evil has crawled on an impartial radar,
has sprouted with moonlight over the surface of the Urals.
It's time to figure out on the level of vibrations.
Recidivists, those not caught, move away
from where the earth is smoking
and someone is selling burnt forest at sunset, towards the border.
And the observers, intoxicated with their own powers of observation, speak beautiful phrases to distant, short-sighted relatives under the almond-shaped eyes of Parvati
And the observers, intoxicated with their own powers of observation, speak beautiful phrases to distant, short-sighted relatives under the almond-shaped eyes of Parvati.
Pure evil has crawled on an impartial radar,
has sprouted with moonlight over the surface of the Urals.