Violent Dirge Laceration
Poisoning by venom of importance Non - priority it would be a gravity not to raise But the march of hyperindividualities Without any trace of fear of unmasking Inflicted insults upon myself More and more... Caused by ostentatious destruction Rusting scutum of alienation The first surfeit of the deepest desires Jus like Shanghai at dawn Always ready to unite All possible excitements I built myself scaffoding Upon beautiful, illusory sounds upon beautiful, illusory love Now I will dance... Instinctive attempts of invastion (As one wish to think) the entrance into paradise That's plain absurd The truths revealed lately vulgar provocation Lack of joy is ability of symbolic fight Lack of other orthodoxies of "true art - soul" type Generally make the specific collection of scoundrels From under the highest mountain At least I experienced the knowledge Of feelings always turned down Nothing I destroyed, rather ennobled All primitive experiences Now I'm clear...
