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THE DISTANCE MOVED APART

The one, the never coming one,
Carrying the broken bar lines, asks the driver
On the road
For some booze,
For some disuniting fun,
For something homo-eсcentric and false.

For some sake, that is always missed,
If you’ve lost the rest of your clipped lips
And started hardly try to say the word
In the wrong order in the throat.

When you can’t ward the word
From the champing sounds
Of your wicked mouth –
Then you beg for some gift to all mankind.

There will be gift; you’ll be taken one.
Rods will grow up,
Formulating the trap
In the light of the united sun.

The driver will fuck you with the gentle love,
The love that is rapidly comes from above,
Where you’ll become alone once again.

. . . . . . . .

There, over the lonely road,
People stick the poles
In the dying earth,
Dying to be walked;
They dance between them,
Both the women and men;
Both the firs and pines
Feel refilling distance when
See it moved between the bar lines.

Nevertheless,
The arrow goes round
With the name Neverland
On the road signs.
And there is nothing, but this.

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