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translated on Nick Grindell

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Wired, sparks flying, all night lengthy then in early
morning's first 6am clatter (entities) all we felt
was bowed above long-legged brothers, recast as
shadows when summer's pleasures ran dry;
Higher, without our commentaries, we sat at day's
flinty brink, to gain gravity at last, porous to
Finely meshing wholes the cries of the impose upons through
to the star-speckled swallowing eddy of the mouth -golos rossii-.
In a limbo (crackling radio voices), discerning
dimensions, leaden-tongued we discussed, at
A heightened pitch: a gradual clearing,