by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA English translation by Aidar Ismagilov
NIHILBASHO 3
the ice inside the flower: the snow of sap!
the trace of bird in air - is seen before the bird shows up
everything will be the hive for dead bees!
all of a sudden got detached the tail of lizard
the rest of the speck of dust on the scale of moth
the buzzing of the bee has stunned the stalk
the music of the flower never starts until it Vanishes
never betrays only What kills
oh only Death is more important than the blossoming of flower
inside itself... has blossomed out the bud
with thorns has blossomed out the rose
oh feel orgasm, the ant princess!
the death from immortality of females!
the chain of Infinity is in suicide of links
to walk into the stream of resurrected rats
the fire tempts in vain: the butterfly is timid
the inside of the flower has - the tracery of snake
the leaves inherit the rustle of the snake
to reign as a bee in madness of nectar!
the flight of butterfly is in solidity of ston
the torn wings resurrect the butterfly
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