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...those country apples, like comets,

into our hands those who fell, and those

trees that in the evening

left their places, and antediluvian

shores, and from the gate to the horizon

narrow paths

now you can hardly see it

in a blind square - try,

through light and tenderness

suddenly it will appear,

and from the upside down picture,

yes, our death -

look at us.

November 2018