For a Black Day

and there will NOT BE, regrettably: the time to get up always comes too late, yet
at the same time it looks like meat made out of jackets heaped together

on horseback, on horseback I fly: scraps of faces and the non-flat plane of a face across the table like two
doors (raspberry and burgundy). if there is noise, then it comes from the Blakean wings of excess; rapid
movement requires a means and a disintegration, or at least rationality (shattering
еуегу ап4 зш?]е), an ordinary property of the angelic mind

proportion, caricature, and exaggerated bewilderment about soup bowls. regardless
of political convictions and, in principle, outside any context: as everywhere, there are
certain patterns, although remembering turns into their loss

order: periods, comma (punctuation for its own sake, an indication), two suns (the moon
of a record, the moon of a saucepan, like dividing words into tragic words and comic words)
equals a colon, in which someone: click!

you move INTO ROOM AFTER ROOM, each day finding OBJECTS
(cracking the shells of external incidents as though they were your own, spitting them out), entrails:
what is hidden on the tongue must be viscous (teeth change!), a toothpick
for every facial expression, Noah’s battle with a new hero

they get caught in the course of their affairs, run away along the railway tracks, in a stolen jacket (a stolen
studio), clicking their ceiling-high heels, from crystal pendants to faience,
daisies in gas sleeves. if it is about wild strawberries, remember that

diminutive and affectionate suffixes are more contrasting than many others. shining with the copper
vision of a fish, I swim away into my space-between-the-eyes

layers of undercooked (under-shredded, under-disassembled) speech, 1сВ Бабе голоден! people
came crashing down electrically: hands were shaken, farewells were made, photographed through absence.
to wink / to appear as an apparition means to become nameless; it is hard to believe, but one has to
admit that

there is an extended version with texts:
https://t.me/figliar/104