Kirill Azernyi - Unreading

Each time is uncertain as

twelve.

Enter

and return.

Long, long way inside

Time of the light

The T-time – time of the cross:

When the inanimate wants to die like the living: the chair, the choir, the

chess, when a pawn falls under a chair and loses its color, its weight.

All made is made by external force.

Unread makes the read unread.

This blinding artificial light is the reading light. The night

it says the night. It quotes, and one can't finish reading till the end

of quote.

hills are the landscape for the blind, show for the shoeless. And, what

about the deapth? Th e deaf? They say: tree is a grown up.

Hour is later than the day, the month, the year. Wisdom is taken back by the

asphalt: it bares the bones

There is only you in the word you. In the

end of the reading

last, the longest of runs. The longest

of rains: the silver linen of silence.

half past

reading by the reading

Window by.

diff

ere

Landscape says:

of glass. It's taken back by lamps that now would shine as if there were no

other lamps around.

Specify the general (the gender). The idle title says we shall hold its beer: it

manages our hasty judgment, hurried by the close evening.