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Video performance version.

"Poems for Blok, 1

Your name is a—bird in my hand,
a piece of ice on my tongue.
The lips’ quick opening.
Your name—five letters.
A ball caught in flight,
a silver bell in my mouth.

A stone thrown into a silent lake
is—the sound of your name.
The light click of hooves at night
—your name.
Your name at my temple
—shrill click of a cocked gun.

Your name—impossible—
kiss on my eyes,
the chill of closed eyelids.
Your name—a kiss of snow.
Blue gulp of icy spring water.
With your name—sleep deepens."

--Marina Tsvetaeva tr Ilya Kaminsky and Susan Harris

Circle Overlaps.

“O great other self! O piercing knower of the other realms! O fire canker that can crack the pebbles of the realm! Take away my pain! With this pain, I know thou art still there.” –@gods_txt

Ghost Ship.