Boris Ryzhy. (№ 426451)

I lie down and think: hardly
that white sheet
that was not sheltered yesterday,
who is now out into another world.
And quietly dripping out of the tap.
And life, disheveled, like a ***,
comes out of the fog as if
and sees: bedside table, bed...
And I'm trying to rise,
I want to look into her eyes.
Look into the eyes and - burst into tears
and never die.