15 To Tatiana I died when I was thirty-seven And now I sink into the flow. I let all through To get transparent -- I died together with van Gogh. I let all go Beneath the surface To hear and see it all at once, With lips sealed up by flowing water -- My hands don't touch, My legs don't run. My voice can't sound within the chorus, I don't wake up in morning dreams To know that things are only Drawings Upon the cover of Abyss.


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