I Can Be Myself For Creation Poem by Maxim Kirsanov

It is not crash, it`s simple motive
Tobacco burns and seen an hour
River waters and the syllable hurts
Space measure inside itself
Leashes of knowledge of love and recreation
Turn a soul of thought of last to the corn now
So experince of memory, ideas, consciousnessare attached
Finding as a bigget than just a power to the interior
Illustration of scene, end of the issue
Here is a term, but a verge it is easy, it is existence(Dasein) .
I have looked upmy eyes to branches of oak andin process of learning book
Choosing the way for everybody and nobody
Thus bearing of absence
I learned of grass, opening a copybook.
Overview shooting of completeness of world
The son and the father - the way to Tarkovsky
Opening I have absorbed system halls
I waited so much and decided, that i will create from myself in out of
What was apropriated to God as a purpose.
It is important to say - the new subject
This is the world in which i could believe myself(Inside world) .