Closing The End By Hand With Convulsion Poem by Maxim Misak

Closing the end by hand with convulsion.
Silence with absolutely to all.
Cry release to gelatinious of travelling.
Anchor knock out from the footsteps of supervisiors.
Yoke of troubles haul through the tillage of festivals,
Across festivals ringing.
Charming menagerie burst.
Principle of chips, tossing about the earth,
Choosing from solely possibly
Choosing Stalker bound of principles.
Ending of cigarettes is dreaming about future.
Hiding from rime into dust and ashes.
Word of honour of falling dragon-fly.
My faith is count my losses.
Don t she guess about absence of any hopes.
By gripping teeth fell the boxes.
To bury flowers before its birth.
And wheel balls of twice-single hunger
On one and approaching balance
Save the dead end for continuation.
I save the thoughts in wamb ripping by positions.
Closing the end by last seconds.
And wallow more and more with every second into the madness