Wet reflections

Рavers is a wet, transparent carpet
and in it with they see, impersonal they come
thousands of birds - neon lights,
go out, go out, then light up suddenly,
untangle hands of black turquoise,
knives, cogs, crows cawing
and squint in the middle of the big city.
Boundless waters splash in it
and people jostle, great and noisy;
lilac - face breaks heavy wings
and looks at sapphires without zephyrs,
p retching pupils with melted asphalt.
He searches in the dark and stares in wonder.
The stars are raining in torrents.
Meteors slide across the sky.
Peacocks tear their eyes out of feathers and
greens croak in a painful song.
And ghosts roam in silver robes
the night smoulders in a wedding veil.
And curses are whispered, evils are thrown.
Fairs free of small sorrows!
Pathetic.Doomed.Foreign.Undressed.
How sad
and for you and for me, and for us, for the world
It's pouring in torrents in the night!