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  • Katasroika, ehk impeerium imendub musta auku…
    (Катастройка: Стихи) — Таллинн, 1990. — С. 210 — 211.

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On silmad koobasjärved — paistab läbi
Loss deemoni, kust pages, kumab vast.
Laup tulest mägitud või kõrgeim vaistlik häbi?
Jah, hauaski too mees ei mõtle jumalast!

On huulte lõikejoon juuspeen ja sirge,
Külmteravast, vist mürki kastet noast.
Liig ruttu kasvand haav — mustmiljon kirge
Saab hilju naudingut, mis ilma jäetud loast.

Käed kalbe marmor, justkui kalmukivvi
Neis tardund needus, pahelisus jälk.
Nõidneide lihtsameelseid litsiks tallas nimme,
Peos veritsemas ristinaeka sälk.

Julm saatus sajanditeks heitis liisku,
Taas tundku ennast mõrvar kui poeet.
Ehk sündiski ta tähetunnil, siis just
Kui sulas taevas verre sabaga komeet.

Hing pilgeni nüüd igaviku ülekohtust,
Hing miilab sees, peal sädemete pild;
Madonna lutsipõõsaste, Kipriidi kirbeid lõhnu
Ta rohtund mälus taastab potikild.

Raev pühadusi teotav tihti juudaks muudab,
— Näol siidsed palged täis siirust ilmetut.
Kuis naerda lõkerdab, kuis huvitada suudab,
Ent mida eales ta ei suuda … see on nutt.

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