I Capture Super-Life

God! How they caress me, how your rays may cut! Scorching my back, embracing, require: don't keep quite! And I just want to take it and to capture this light! To the water a pebble - throw: I am your bard! Just with my eyes I follow you, I run through the lines, Take in the yellow light - no, it is the Golden ball! It is intense and righteous, like mica, isinglass. Is it He who protects me. Is he? I'm saved at once! You're hitting me - backwards! I cannot stop - I talk! Spirit you are, trees, shutters - Want to catch you - but no! God, you're the Perfection! I capture Super-Life. As well as I catch Balmont, he keeps and throws up. Oh, I have dedicated too many poems to you. No matter what you're saying, Lines will explode much more. Imperiously. Stiffly. Fatal. (Ah, Balmont - "Force"!) . So that to live headspring - back to your streams to drop!