Sergey Zemtsov. The Shock Poem by Sergey Zemtsov

Something beats me from out there
From the doors closed.
All the night too many dreams
As some explosions, as some flowers
Are raising before my eyes.
Sharp extremely
It waits me and promises
Something beyond
The real frontiers.

On the morning the exposive mixed up
Appeared from the dark
The strange emotions
As a napalm, as a poison
Bothering me to live now
The way I have been living before
Something feels like be really happening
Really been changing
It becomes the unrelated
All that local.
At once I want to
Remember the things that actually
Are not here in the place.
But were going on thousand years ago.

The ghost in a white clothing
With the known face
Calls me now for unknown
Beyond the Milky way
Or may be located somewhere in Australia
Where petrolium business is on
In the central desert.