LIKE A DANDY OF LONDON DRESSED AS A SOLDIER OF LOVE IN SPRING

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The Last Dark Nights

Urengoy Evenings

I'm like a text, a clumsy, boring text, Made of complex words and tiny black letters. I feel cramped here, I'm in complete darkness, But I'll break free from it someday.

Again and again I come up against a tight dead end, The concrete skins of the walls scratch my shoulders. I want to scream, but the sound gets stuck in the air. And suddenly, fear makes it hard to breathe. This city must have been a hallucination, This city, alluring, frightening, strange… A lamp in a distant window shines like a beacon. I fight my Minotaur tirelessly.

A strange city with its high-rises defies the sky, Cut into asphalt blocks by streams, A labyrinth of alleys and streets beckons, A Minotaur stalks passersby at night. Where is your magic thread, Ariadne? It's very easy to get lost in this city. How long will it take to find the exit and circle around in circles? The detached faces of people are like masks.

The mysticism of dates is mutual— devices will compensate for the eyes, pauses and distances— crumpling, sweeping away, ascending, accommodating.The bold flew in timidly, crippling the signs of beginnings— the body grew intoxicated in the turns, the temples pounded with every kind of noise.

DM62-1787 Khelyulya Station June 28, 2026

June 21, 2026

Canon of Tazy

The fire of the soul will be burned to ashes. But the slender shoot of life Will break through, just give it time. And the sun, rising in the east, Will give a sip of love again!