today all muses
have layed down
in the cradle of
plexus stars
and lanterns
You built a city
with a glass-wool
with plasticine
drops of rain
hide the knives
from my flowers

today I plunged
into the waves
with signals
110101...
into apathy
of your city
with a glass-wool
with plasticine
drops of rain
hide the knives
from my flowers

today for you
broadcast of sky
on the roof of
burning nest
by birds of freedom
in your city
with a glass-wool
with plasticine
drops of rain
hide the knives
from my flowers!