Is at first long and long see and listen, that - only handful of notes, dropped, rounded, assembled in shoaly - but notes from this song, splashy from this of river. And absolutely true and quite thorough consider of self fluctuating, unending and silver the echo, similar on vote far calling waterfall, break away from edge of ground, jet of which pull for shrubs and camomile, growing on edge flat, divined enthusiastic - flat of pancake, roundly flow back of nearest elephant, then emphasising furrow huge horn scale of the Great Turtle. - And pattern on this scale is core the sense all written and unwritten of books, and that on other - it already, is visible, recipe to preparation of worlds, and not one of it, and whole buckets, fountain salute of worlds, where in basis the roots directed of tree or shell of breath one of instantaneous of shadows of God - or even of shadows of shadow God, or it thin one can be. But worlds such sometimes more solidly and more tangible our one... And the ocean, where floats Great Turtle - is filled by liquid, deficient form, volume and duration on time. Speak, that it and is present God, but I think, that is nonsense, as far as HE soar over - and, hence, he absence of coordinates, dimensions and times think, he higher even of absence and soaring the most of self...

Is at first long see and listen song, being handful of notes as handful of seeds... But in due course they dry up and begin crackle, more and more Melody, more and more turn away in party ungladness resonant caves, where aridity overspill, mirrorly being repeated, billions other handfuls... And know, that this way is too possible in melody, but to leave in this - stale and nausealy. And in this instant understand, that it is time to come back, it is time to open whirlwind circulation of isolation, at first narrow chink, and then open entirely - hang over damp ready soil tousled raggy from which strew all these black germly of note in lap of expecting ground - so that grow new streams and flow in, supporting Song, - so that new handful puff, shirkly hear of currents and revolutions of the Eternal Melody... With that, who has remained that - jerk to up, obliquely break through elastic string of consecutive seconds, column correct, maked monetary columns of hights and journal reflective measured and depth certified on continuity - there, to turtle, To that, Flied, so that diffused to be soar-had from boundary to edge, of location new places, creating new whirlwind of formation Melodies Fountain, paint on innumerable set turtles new and new recipe, as well as recommendation by theme, who go astray in arid crack internal of notes, disengage and looking for more resonant cave, where it is possible to be stockstill - and avert from it... Here cool!

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The problem in other. After long-duration contemplating always appears, that you once not trace, and rolled already on substitution and false lengthening of extents, and that is seen integral - appears portable by prison... And small canary of soul beat to rod rib, knock in deaf reduce of skull - blinded, becomes enervated and almost despond... And seems now, that the most Important - cut short, dissect by sharp edges, flat red by layers muddy the felt-dense walls flesh, scrape accumulated dirty subsided for year by layers flabby the body, crush, hack pearls-brilliant bone - and to manufacture it - away, to desired to sky, to that location, where it began, or already the time, where line of coordinates braid thin rope in dense self-sufficient clew was finished...

27.06.97 23:41

(c) 1998 Sergey Moskalenko,

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