Отклонения, лирически и прозаически

I Left

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     I Left
and went outside.
There was NO ONE waiting.
     Did they wait for me?
Feels like they have all left,
     always right
before they could know it.
Is he a hero who stands,
     or he who is fallen?
Where shall we meet?
     In the garden of dreams,
     in the sky of blue,
     in the dance of a rhythm,
     in the... whatever!
I SHALL HAVE NO OTHER GOD BUT ME.

I utter, walking.

There is no one waiting for me,
in the present continuous tense.

... too high to think...

I leave and go outside.