Alexei Korolёv. Rewind <<<<

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the breath of life comes closer.
the man walks back to front.
the drop doesn't fall from roof slope
but aims vertically up.

the beams flow to the center.
the chimney swallows fume.
love obtains its value.
rhyme gets its latin root.

the trees grow underground.
after spring, winter comes with snow.
and the son of mary, my father,
draws near salvation once more...

( Алексей Королёв. Перемотка «« )