Velimir Khlebnikov. (№ 400556)

To me, the butterfly flew
In the room of human life,
Leave the handwriting of my dust
At the stern Windows, a signature of the prisoner,
At simply glass rock.
So boring and sulfur
The Wallpaper of human life!
Windows transparent no!
I erased his blue glow, dots patterns,
My blue wing of the storm, first freshness.
Pollen is removed, the wings faded and became transparent and tough.
I bet I am wearily out the window of the person.
Eternal numbers to knock out
Call home number name to numbers to return.