Escape from a ring
Monobody on a spiral
Minus endlessly
Lengthways on хрономагистрали – start!
Layer of the empty worlds
Having lost coordinates
In a web of dreams [bad word] the point which has been separately taken

The striking of a clock again reminds me
Knows, he about me knows something
Impudently gets, watches me
On the head painfully beats an incorporeal hand
Having lost an orbit, dates are accelerated
Around everything flies and vanishes somewhere
As though I daty, feet in gym shoes from cotton wool,
There were twenty, one step and here goes the twenty fifth!

Fire dose in palms dead water
Day by day through fingers to the [bad word] Time finds a rhyme to the word live
While the arrow hangs in crazy flight

Stops aren't present
It is empty at the left, empty on the right
Only red trace
Unpleasant [bad word] that
Pulls for itself
Children's babble of predictions
And bloody fight
Storm in a tiny glass

The calendar to me persistently spoils nerves
The first, again not I - someone the first
Minutes of the swine, second of the stinker
Nullify my stocks, reserves
Only time for division will move an arrow
I break on a mat, i.e. me at once клинит
I.e. years departure a pathogenic stream
And I is constant under alternating current!

We here only microparticles
To us got to aspire
On one straight line - in tomorrow