As he was in the grip of society,
he didn’t die and submitted to his lot.
All life long he had been restoring
the temple of universe.
Long and tediously the chains were trembling
and filling with metal of hearts.
But his soul absorbed the infinity
and followed its usual course.
And at present his microglass’s looking
at amoebae’s narcissiful life,
and he asks his soul every time
not to blame at all any source.
07.07.1998
J. B. 1996
© Copyright: Сергей Терешенков, 2004
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