In running turns of cosmic list,
in metaphoric of the word
who is a model of a priest
in civic actions in accord?
There were the clashes – West and East,
the sister South, the brother North.
I saw the idols in their course,
the storm of bloody, poisoned mist.
Oh, dear days of sages Greek prolific,
Your the goals are smashed, the arms are fully lost.
And cries of t angels over the Pacific
wake up the sun , as if it were a ghost!
The catastrophe will break out soon,
There is the order “Go on, board!”
That is the summing of a crossword
for lonesome shelters on the Moon!
28.1.2004
Shelter
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