What is the point of living,
Explain, my poor darling,
Use your chains of thinking
And get, that living – dieing.
I will believe your answer,
I will believe you, darling.
You say that fate is monster.
I don’t like this responsing.
Essential part of poet
Is bridge of the reflection
Between God’s bayonet
And poet’s punishment for fiction.
I want to open your blue eyes
By saying holy truth:
That live is not a new for me
But death is much more ordinary.
What is the point of living..?
© Copyright: Сергей Косяков, 2006
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