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Когда мой мир (не созданный ещё)

взорвался на десятки тысяч слов,

я ощутил натруженным плечом,

как плавно режет верное весло.

Вставал рассвет. Без рамок. Вне времён.

И капля падала и не могла упасть.

И я искал средь тысячи имён

одно... вплывая снова в неба пасть.


Вне времени. Вне мира. Вне планет.

Оттенками неведомых мне глаз,

дрожа и нисходя совсем на нет,

развеивалась призрачная мгла.

И только отдаленный низкий звук

давал понять, что Мир, он всё же есть.

И в плавном танце стёртых греблей рук

таилась недопонятая весть.

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