Dogs Soul Carnival
The vanishing circle of the Unnamed..

And for them there’s no afterlife,
Where the angels-people would love them.
Only deaf cooled-down reality
Ruthlessly creeps inside.

No sublunary roads for them
That could make their eyes shine.
With sorrow their eyes look
From under the gray eyelids.

Wisdom tries to whisper them
Peacefully to forget
Alien needless wisdom:
Sometimes those angels seem to love them.

With warm feathers and soft wings,
With wheels, and venom, and cudgels..
Silent groan, silly visions:
The dog dreams are poor..

The songs of the tired throats
Have forever poisoned the days,
And the angels-people see in each dark crack:
The forgotten being’s dreams are floating one by one.
Strange kind dreams
Without sense and without...
Offense..

The forgotten being’s dreams
are floating one by one.
Terrible long dreams
of the numb and unwanted ones.
The songs of the tired throats..
Terrible long dreams..

Dogs Soul Carnival
The vanishing circle of the Unnamed.
Without tombs, without farewell songs
Creatures get into Nowhere.

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