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This was written by V. Khlebnikov:
Shadow (27/06/2026)
There is the scent of lungwort
among the forget-me-nots,
in that I —
my scattered, austere reason —
am the root of the Not-One,
concealing the hinge of the split
toward what was
and what will be. A pillar.
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