Fifth dimension

Fifth dimension. Second wave.
Seventh new moon. Sixth string.
I can hear the night crossing the line
how someone's hand adjusts the darkness.

Water appears on the windows of houses,
the clock lags behind its usual rate.
And everything that seemed random yesterday
today it turns into numbers.

Count to seven -
and don't call me.
We're over the edge
gravity of the earth.

Count to seven -
there is another country there.
Where is the fifth faith?
where is the sixth string?

Fourth room. Third call.
On the first breath the current is turned off.
And someone invisible on the other side of the walls
pushes the boundaries of the howl of sirens.

I could go back, but there's no entrance here,
The purple light is closing in behind me.
And only extended to our worlds
a string on which you cut yourself.

There won't be an eighth. The count is over.
Invisible ice is getting further and further from the house.
The last digit burns to ashes,
and the shadow is separated from the mirror.

When this night stops sounding
no need to search, explain, return.
Will remain only on the very edge
sixth war. I recognize her.

Count to seven -
and don't call me.
We're over the edge
bifurcation of the earth.

Count to seven -
there is another country there.
Where is the highest measure
where is the sixth war?