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As the gloom falls down from heavens,

You never know how specious it is,

How silent it was when you streamed your voice into the lethargical slumber.

It exposes the heart of existence into the height.

It bleeds with the black pitch of notion,

The notion achieved through much suffering

From being alone in the mud.

Blending the mind with groundless dogmas,

Keep on thinking that you are moving ahead…

И когда мрак ниспадает с небес,

Тебе никогда не узнать правдоподобность его,

Сколь безмолвен он был, когда ты обратил свой глас внутрь безмолвного сна.

Ось бытия Он направляет ввысь!

Черной смолью знаний Он кровоточѝт.

Знаний, полученных сквозь муки неистовые

Одиночества в грязи...

Затмевая разум беспочвенными догмами

Продолжай думать, что ты двигаешься вперёд...

Into the continuous fractal of real matter

It’s our everlasting root

Of tree we follow while we live.

And it gives the character,

And it throws the food to all of its parasites.

And it devours the being,

And it devours the space.

The slipping through the no-ward spiral…

The closure of ourselves

The opening of the eye…

And we mimic the universe,

And the universe is mimicking us.

And we form the fractal arrangement

Of the multi-layered assembly

We call time,

That we are dissolving in.