A corpse who looks like a dead wanderer The ancient keeper of celestial vortex wisdom A mummified king with a black drop in his hear A hook through the brain From the divine speech rain Metaphoric meteorite falling apart Something like prophetic strain, From the heavens wide pathless way... Cause words of gods are black drops In the corridor train of the mind Look at the flying beetle Who rolls his ball along the crimson ground Mansion made of fleshly nook... Look at the golden beetle Who rolls an embrya barn of his own... rot... Like the spirit construction In the celestial heart Gives birth to immortality embrya... But the metaphoric black pearl must return to the sky... Words of gods are black drops In the corridor train of mind... Holy driver of the falling drops, take it away into the sky... Black drop... Journey.
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