Nevermore Of Dead Raven

a wordcinema
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV




isn’t
the Shine
too shiny?


Black
Mass in temple of
ant-hill



the moth is
more black than
snow


inhalation of!
the very!
explosion!


to writhe inside
the shut
cocoon


to give the sun
your own blood
to drink


raven dies
in deep
snow


death
sets
the Decease


to whirl –
and whirl –
by bites


to lead
the tribe of
bullets


to rise after
the control
shot


the grass –
breathes –
further


bliss of
leaps of
wolves


the tiny beam
in the finest
drop


hatred
for everything that
is “a man”


tell
that it is
not so?


yes -
it
is!


it’s time
to become
Nothing


"Nevermore" of
the dead
raven


the Great
Scream of
the rat


just
a spit of
blood