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Plane at a given height
Open his belly: gone, gone!
We are flying, like children,
Swaddles us parachute silk.

All the fun at first, even their lives.
You see all around in this way:
Mol, lace, subscribed to turn ...
I really do not think where, why.

Initially the wind was drunk, fascinated,
But when we boomed in milk
Horizon immediately shed,
It has become clear: finish close.

And now everything seems unvarnished -
The air is harsh, unforgiving blue.
If I could give, perhaps, some order,
But now I do not have anyone to ask.

Den straps, drop ballast,
I say: the weapon, they say, goodbye
I'm not a stone at this time
Whatever conceived sling.

Fireworks in the sky, in other words please
Me not to remember the view of the fact
What's broken past the parachute,
Therefore I like anything without him.

Where fall, decides to actually own,
But is not the time to dump height -
According to my calculations, this landing
Beats are not on the ground: the void.

Fools will remain a fool.
I myself, for other fools to become
Until now, planning on hands
Until now, planning to fly ..