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Invisible architects flogged name, giving him
Look hard dead monument. Something living
Something big as a city. With live boulevards
Or quarters. And the card is useless
Neural networks, all in a whirlwind of wandering.
Invisible architects will build your name.
But not in stone and granite. Not in bronze alloys
Not gold bullion pocket. A projection in
Whole city. Living in the cyclic dynamics
According to the rules of intangible feelings. No textbooks
And readers. Themselves.
Not on Earth - is at the heart of a geographical point,
Which make froze the foundation for the ribs cells
Burn.

All landscapes, portraits, poems ridiculous
With so crumpled stuff is made in tremor
Flip your destination in mind and settle to live
In high-rise building, in a penthouse in the city under the ribs
At the heart of the street in the center, near the boulevards
And the lights that make the light day and night
Shadows, which will rush at your feet
Like a faithful dog waiting in the hallway
In a remote humbly waiting for a miracle phenomenon.
 
And this city will be ablaze with fire
Everything burned to ashes, to coal
Each quarter, the street corner
The avenues to die lights
And the citizens of panic without raising
Remain in this conflagration
In these sizzling rings
Until the end of days. And people will not run
As befits. These blocks will glow
From the heart, from the torches, aptly abandoned
Inside, in the ring arrows fly dart.
How to Dresden in the forties. As Moscow on canvases
When walking Napoleon.
You killed it with fire the city,
But it makes him live.
More brighter, faster,
In order not to cool. It will burn, burn
But do not burn. And do not go out.
And beneath rows of capillary basement,
Kutaya in fiery scarf
Not leaving slowly smolder
And die in the dark this city.
Forcing him to burn -