I Sing The Electronic Body Poem by viacheslav kupriyanov

Until the high-precision instruments kill me
with electricity in the barbed wire
I bethunder the world with the power
of my electronic voice
singing my electronic body
shot through with sharp rays of invisible light,
packed tight with the particles of its own shadow,
the shadow that swoons inside its own body,
a body that passes through all the worldwide networks unseen and unscathed,
a body absorbed in itself, sane and sensible, sober, well-tempered,
drifting among other such self-connected bodies,
I sing the body that sends succinct and precise signals
to all other bodies whose souls are comfortably lodged in them,
dancing, singing and accepting you,
and nurturing their singing electronic souls.
Oh my body, so noble and impregnable,
successfully fitting within and filling the space assigned to it,
where another content body can readily see your satisfied body
legally obscuring all the earthly landscapes,
cheerfully submerging into the sea that you have yet to drink up,
confidently inhaling the sky that you have yet to eat,
while this sky inevitably fills up with your earthly dream,
the electronic body's dream of ever more advanced,
ever more refined technologies
carrying you higher and higher through insignificant alien stars
into whichever newer and newer dimensions,
overcoming all that is seen and bypassing the unseen,
where now and always and forever keeping watch over beloved you
is your personal trusty bodyguard angel.

Translated from Russian by Dmitri Manin