111 — Nikolay Nikolayevich P. and his encounters
thank you,
thank you for bringing me the rain
thank you, your Majesty
As my friend experienced something strange—there was a
cotton-kitten parading, sticking her ultra-emerald gaze onto my presence
and leading me palaces.
Making a proposal, a step then to develop this vacant lot right there
as long as the bodies round be shrinking why not
this be also sucking dry
their
hissing doubts
who is missing, your Majesty
who is missing?
As a friend of mine experienced something strange he told me he saw them
crying in his inner house
2 to 2 to 2
With their centuries bold and eyelids heavy
a bevy of tears boiled would gush
scalding the walls and the floor—
those fibres of one’s soul
until he could not bear this witness any
Finally,
deluged to the brim
watching those stripes red
Acer rumbrum’s haircut spit up
into a casual stock being
Finally I cannot bear their cries they see how sad I am
thank you, my dear Bhumibol
thank you he said and slept for 4 hours.
and woke up then into an
absence stepped into abode
1.1.1.
“I clayed myself. I taped myself. It seems to me that 4 mothers were giving birth to me on the moon. They enveloped me in their secret, smeared my whole being with their quadratic slime. I came to this world of one-mothered. And I have one of them, which I love. But the other three I have to find.”
—Nikolay Nikolayevich P.
“I have a very hard situation at the moment. Look at this, ” Nikolay is exposing his relatively hairless chess where two prolonged pieces of paper are glued to the skin forming an X, not a Z. “Just look at this. I don’t know. I am afraid I will fall apart. For God’s sake.”
I love you, Nikolay. When you are in pain, I am in pain. I love you Nikolay
I love your four mothers and you in them, Nikolay.
I love you Nikolay.
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