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poems by Vladimir Satinsky

And the time in the flame swayed
And glass melted heaven
And what was meant for me
Not alone attracted me

Neon Sun Spit
Breaking through the brass of roofs
Gulped a sip in a thousand servings
And in every London Rome Paris

That air was more hungry than mash
Those stars celestial buckshot
And where in Venice il in Prague
I understood the need for our meetings

And somewhere in the wilds of the thickets of iron
In the grip of concrete and glass
I drank the bitterness of the moonlit abyss
What did you give me on the road