Outrages of rain
Slide between the bars of the gate
What is coming upon us is a shudder of water and of silence
Kostya
When I loved you
And when you ruined me
Even the white buds bared their teeth at me
Even their stems have sun in their blood
But I am all darkness
Not the loam
That waits in darkness for a life to sprout
And not the potent darkness
That takes the light into its mouth
Only a solemn darkness
Stern and parched with want
Kostya
I have become my hunger
And even the streetlamps
Condemn my hands in suffusions of light
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