From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   -1-   
      
   Trial - by misunderstanding,   
   Spines together - crevasse between.   
   Look to side - step into exile,   
   Hands like briars - limp at the seams.   
      
   Through seams of nerves, joints and sinews   
   Blood does not gush - it drips from pores,   
   And not a man - a man's likeness   
   And all in surplus - excess of nerves.   
      
   -2-   
      
   Heart ahead - through body the current flows,   
   Eyes away - in darkness to look,   
   Heat, and cold, and in ribs the arrows   
   Spine on spine beat out a spark.   
      
   Hands are touching - just like dry branches,   
   It is time - to start the game must.   
   Where eyes play, where the body's rejected,   
   Where success and failure compare the cost.   
      
   Like a sword's stroke - sharp eyes opening:   
   To make prisoner and take away.   
   Two lakes - light, two lakes of sorrows,   
   To freeze - like a boa at prey.   
      
   And smoothness, and depth, and silence -   
   Play of crystals liquefied   
   Sin original, warmth and light too...   
   Understanding nonverbal - through the eyes.   
      
   -3-   
      
   Trial by misunderstanding,   
   Spines - and if sometime   
   To turn around in fit of delirium   
   With landslide of feeling - eye to eye -   
      
   But to cease in the blind enlightenment,   
   Not to fall - only to sway,   
   And to continue, moment to moment,   
   And with lips to fall into lake.   
      
   By Lubov Sokolovsky   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)