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Я, глядя на тебя, ликую, хотя ни слова не сказал.

Вокруг и надо мной бликует большой и сумрачный вокзал.

Здесь в первозданном полумраке возникли из небытия

зависнув под изгибом арки слова… А может быть и я

причастен к их возникновенью: я их, придумав, не сказал,

их сполохи, похоже, звенья… Ну ж посмотри в мои глаза,

и я решусь. Ворвётся утро. И поезд унесёт нас вдаль.

Я не хочу казаться мудрым… Я возрождаю, что видал,

и сразу вслед – чего не видел… Я не ликую, я дрожу.

Мерцают надо мной флюиды. Всё ниже рыжий абажур.

И на тебя уже не глядя, кладу я на ладонь ладонь.

Похоже, с робостью поладил… Пора спросить на поезд бронь.

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Зал ожиданьяМиша Мазель
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