I’m almost lost In your Vselennaya enough for me the Usual case marking Sleepily hands into the clock lines Instead of the wall, helplessly over-to-Ruch-Kiya with a smile, blissful in the notebook draw Three zigzag Seven points Quite mad Congealing on a high note,the mumbling monotone the day And I have no delago of unfinished poems, the eternal “if”to your problems, become a long my left gets all in the same place where you used to paint in the name