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66 Gagarin 1 it again might be fright it again might be flight it’s gagarin the gondolier gaining in me it’s the gogoling duckling of soundless steppe it’s the cosmos the cosmos that’s speaking in me it’s shutting out voices of father of mother in the blue of a simple and unearthly face down below in the mandolin’s moorings it’s gagarin in me like a climbing blue vine and the moon like a honeycomb towers above and the moon like a hummingbird pierces straight through just a minute just wait it’s okay it’s okay come back home where they’re waiting and waiting anew come back and now stop your fooling somewhere on earth your wife’s breathing her last for the reason she can’t for the reason she’s lost for the reason her heart’s beat has wound to its end one can howl one can owl and she’s floating in anguish in free-float in air just a body the body is bare she floats and she curses the almighty horde the borderless steppe and the tatars-mongols she curses the lover she curses the leaver and me the great obolus he made into change and I’m keeping him safe in the dark I am not better nor worse than others it just happened this way like a fluke from my birth that the tenderest anger that knows not a bound was nourished in me as I nestled in bed I didn’t want it and I couldn’t hold it it ties me fast to the skies I walk on a leash that is long and light like a light-hearted dog being silly since all was just fated such a long time ago with no way to get out out – no matter your move it makes you break china so lovely in pieces it makes you howl at the moon makes you mad makes you

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