I.

With years
man diminishes
to the size
of his own
sadness

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II.

I love
delapidated rooms
of provincial hotels
smelling of rotten violets and dead water,
squeaking chairs
and inevitably dripping faucet... Because

I know for sure-
comfort is lethal
to those, who had known
the other life.

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III.

Poet-
is a halfbreed of clown
with handgrenade.

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IV.

We live
in two dimensions.

In one -
the life is unspeakably short.
In the other -
it is unbearably long.

In one -
the love has insufficient past.
In the other -
it has no future.

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Karen Dzhangirov (1956- )